“What’s the matter? Do you need a few years to practice?” Eugene replied, “No, that’s not necessary. It’s just that I haven’t eaten yet. You haven’t had lunch, and neither have we.”
“Do you think I’ll thank you or something?”
“No, that’s not it,” replied Eugene. He said to the waiter, “We’ll come back in two hours. Fix us a meal by then.” He placed his credit card on the table. Then, he turned back to George, saying, “Shall we fight outside?”
George let out a snort. “Sure! Tell Olivia you asked for this when we get back.” Eugene agreed, “Fine. The one who gets more badly hurt will say he’s the one who asked for this.”
His reply made George want to beat him up again. I must teach him one hell of a lesson today! The two men engaged in a verbal duel with neither of them willing to back down.
They came outside of the restaurant. Before Eugene could stand still, George laced into him, smashing him right in the jaw with a punch as hard as steel.
All at once, Eugene felt a dull pain, which was accompanied by a slight coppery taste in his mouth. He knew he must be bleeding. This guy really isn’t pulling his punches, huh? Of course, he had deliberately refrained from dodging. I’ll forgive this lonely guy for the sake of my girlfriend. After steadying himself, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a chilling gleam came into his eyes. Taking a big step forward, he kicked out at George in a flash, following that up with several kicks in a row. I’ll try my best not to kick him in the face so my girlfriend won’t feel sorry for him, he thought meanly.
George was pretty skilled at fighting; after all, he was the one who had taught Olivia her fighting skills. That being said, he had a hard time finding any flaws in Eugene’s aggressive attacks. He had no choice but to step back repeatedly, but as he did so, he seemed to trip over something and fell to the ground.
Instead of continuing to attack, Eugene merely looked at him from a short distance away. He was kind of going easy on him.
This didn’t make George feel respected, though. On the contrary, he thought Eugene was looking down on him. Do I need you to go easy on me?! Exasperated, he sprang to his feet with an impressive kip up. “I don’t need you to go easy on me,” he said with a provocative glint in his eyes.
Eugene retorted, “Go easy on you, huh? I can go easy on you if you throw in the towel,”
George snorted coldly. “You want me to throw in the towel? Fat chance!” His eyes narrowing, he took off his cumbersome jacket and flung it to the ground in style. Looking neat and smart in a white shirt and black pants, he took several steps toward Eugene before kicking out at him.
A chilly glint also flashed across Eugene’s eyes as he quickly squared up to his opponent. Both men were experts at fighting, and their movements were fast. As soon as an attack failed to hit, they immediately moved on to the next move.
Many came out of the restaurant to look on, but for those with no idea of what was happening, all they could see was a rapid blur of action. They couldn’t make out how both men threw their punches or how they defended against each other’s attacks.
Just then, George let out a loud bellow, then unleashed a string of punches at Eugene with a whoosh.
Unable to dodge in time, Eugene was hit twice by the punches, causing him to let out a grunt of pain. At one point, he grabbed hold of George by the arm and turned around, throwing George over his shoulder to the ground right away,
No sooner had George grunted in pain than punches came raining down on his lower abdomen. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and held out as his hands clung to Eugene’s arm. The next moment, he turned over, pinning Eugene under him in an unexpected twist..
Knowing full well the consequences of being held down, Eugene threw a punch directly at George’s jaw at just the right moment, causing the latter to bleed from the corner of his mouth as well. Seizing the opportunity, George turned over and got up before kicking Eugene in return.
As both men fought from noon until nightfall, the crowd of onlookers went from standing to sitting. Spectacular as the fight was, there was still no telling who the winner was after such a long time. As a result, their mood gradually went from tense excitement just now to suspicion. They had begun to suspect that this was a gimmick by the restaurant to attract more customers.
Both Eugene and George were already tired out, and they lay on the ground without moving a muscle. If their chests hadn’t been heaving up and down as they huffed and puffed, one would wonder what had happened to them.
Finally, the restaurant’s owner came over personally and broke into a grin.
