Evan moved fluidly, using a combination of punches and kicks to take down each opponent with precision. He ducked under another swing, grabbed a nearby metal pipe, and used it to knock another thug off balance. With a powerful swing, he connected with the man's side, sending him crashing into a pile of debris.
The remaining men, now visibly shaken, struggled to regroup.
One of them tried to rush Evan but was met with a solid punch that sent him sprawling to the floor. The final goon, seeing the odds stacked against him, hesitated before bolting for a nearby exit.
Evan pursued him, tackling the man before he could get too far and with a quick series of blows, he incapacitated the last thug and stood up, breathing heavily but focused.
The corridor was now littered with defeated goons, their groans and bellows filling the silence. Evan glanced around, making sure there were no more threats.
He then stormed into the upper room of the building, where he saw a man standing haughtily as if waiting for him.
The room was in disarray, with expensive furniture scattered around and broken glass shards from smashed vases littering the floor.
Evan's eyes locked on the man, a middle-aged figure with his hands folded behind his back.
The man gave him a sense of dread, and Evan made sure to check him.
[ Name: Roman
Skill: Advanced Fighting.
Impression:-10 ]
Roman, sharp in appearance, stood ready, though his face showed signs of nervousness.
This was the first time Evan was facing an opponent of advanced-level skill. Although he had practiced with Mac, it wasn't a proper fight as both of them would always hold back. But now, he could finally unleash himself like a beast without any shackles.
"What do you want to do? Who sent you here? I will pay double...no, triple the amount they paid," Roman offered, trying to stay composed.
Evan's eyes were cold. "I don't want to talk. I prefer to use my fists. Moreover, you won't understand. It's something personal."
"Don't lump with those assholes who want your life."
Roman's smirk faded into a grimace. "Fine."
Soon Roman's face was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn and dirty.
Roman somehow managed to grab Evan's arm and twist it but Even responded with a powerful knee to Roman's stomach.
"GUAHH!"
Roman gasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps and despite his exhaustion, he tried to fight back, but his movements were now sluggish.
Evan, breathing heavily but still cold and focused, finally pinned Roman to the floor after the intense struggle.
Roman's face was bruised and swollen his eyes filled with fear as he looked up at Evan with desperation. "Alright, you've won. What now?" he croaked.
Evan's face remained emotionless as he stood over him. "This isn't over. But for now, you're done."
Ignoring Roman's pleas, Evan's anger flared up again.
"I have been quite frustrated lately and have been looking for a living dummy. And you serve the purpose quite well, buddy.."
He then began punching Roman's face with brutal force.
BANG!BANG!BANG!
Each of his punches landed with a loud thud, snapping Roman's head back with every blow. Blood flew from Roman's mouth while any of his attempts to shield himself were futile.
Roman's terror grew as he saw the relentless fury in the man's eyes. His eyes widened with terror, and he cried out in pain, but Evan continued to pummel him.
The room was a wreck, with furniture destroyed and debris scattered everywhere.
[Sir, stop.....]
[You will kill him....]
Just then, a loud voice emerged from Evan's hidden phone, snapping him out of his rage.
Finally, Evan stepped back and breathed heavily, his knuckles bloody and bruised.
Meanwhile, Roman lay on the floor, defeated and broken, his body trembled and the fear in his eyes was unmistakable as he stared at Evan, who loomed over him like an unstoppable storm.