I doubted my ears for a moment.
Am I seeing the right person?
But it was Kaham Ruhaman wearing leather gloves and light armor that focused more on mobility and with that annoying face.
Confusion swirled within me as he approached. Yesterday, he had been humbled in defeat, yet here he stood before me, speaking as if nothing had happened.
Was he truly so audacious, to come seeking camaraderie after such a public downfall? Or was there some sinister motive lurking beneath his affable facade?
I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this interaction than met the eye.
Had I beaten him up enough?
"You mean me?"
I hoped he didn't.
Even I wasn't that thick-skinned.
"You don't want to?"
I didn't. It was obvious why I wouldn't.
I couldn't understand what he was thinking to the point that I wanted to open his head.
I hoped it was a joke because it would be a problem if he meant it.
'His eyes are full of murderous intent.'
His lips were smiling,...
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