At this point, how could Trent not realize that Ethan had been toying with him? In fact, he even suspected that Ethan had been playing the fool for over a year, just for this moment, to finally turn the tables.
But… that didn't make sense.
Last time, he had literally stomped Ethan's head into the ground. The guy hadn't even been able to fight back.
"I…" Trent barely got a word out. He had already made up his mind to surrender.
Thud.
Ethan's fist shot forward, drilling into Trent's stomach with pinpoint force.
The words died in Trent's throat, swallowed by the shock and pain.
His body folded like a shrimp, bending sharply at the waist. Just as he doubled over, Ethan's knee came rocketing up.
Boom!
The impact sent Trent airborne.
Before he could even start to fall, Ethan followed up with a powerful kick to his chest.
Thud.
