"Motherfucker!" Howard Cumming cursed angrily, immediately rolling over and springing up from the ground, swinging his fist towards Lucas Griffin.
Lucas's eyes sharpened, and with a slight sidestep, he avoided Howard's attack.
"Son of a bitch!" Howard lunged at him again.
This time it was more ferocious; his fist grazed just one millimeter away from Lucas's face but ultimately did not hit him.
Lucas grabbed his wrist, yanked hard, and brought up his knee.
Howard agilely dodged backward and attacked Lucas once more.
After a few exchanges, Lucas twisted Howard's arms behind him, "That's enough."
He released Howard and straightened his shirt.
Howard was panting with exhaustion, a bruise on his right cheek and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, presenting a sorry appearance.
But Lucas, he still looked as graceful as ever.
"I'm going all out with you today!" Howard charged at Lucas, still not conceding.
Lucas's gaze shifted, coldly looking at him.
