The dimly lit warehouse, illuminated only by the faint sunlight streaming through ventilation gaps, made it difficult for Suga to clearly see the man's expression. However, after a few seconds, the man's brow furrowed deeply, his veins visible as he menacingly stepped forward, swiftly gripping Suga's shirt collar again.
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
"Well, the heck, maybe you are!"
"You have a mouth that just won't stop talking, you bastard!"
And with that, for whatever reason that triggered them, the two of them descended into a brawl, two men relentlessly exchanging punches and blows in this dimly lit place.
Adrenaline rushing in, Suga couldn't even recall the last time he had lost control like this. He didn't even care where he was aiming his fists, as long as his hands hit the man's body, he just kept on delivering punches with all his might.
Perhaps the last time he fought like this was just before his parents' death.
