"Michael," Yohan squinted at his rival. "You arrived at the wrong time."
"What do you mean, the wrong time?" Michael smirked. "I've been watching you since you arrived. You even dared to play around? I thought you would come for me, and we'd settle the score once and for all."
"Me? Play around?" Yohan muttered, recalling what had just happened before this motherf*cker arrived. He had used almost all his strength in that punch, driven by frustration. At that time, he made sure to keep his eyes wide open and watch how that masked man could cut through his attack. And when he saw it, shock overwhelmed him.
