Chapter 51
The air was thick with tension, the stench of sweat and blood hanging in the dimly lit alleyway.
The flickering streetlight overhead cast long shadows, their movements blurring as fists and feet crashed against flesh and bone.
Unlike Kai's fluid and calculated combat, Jack and Tristan fought with a raw, untamed fury that suited their styles—Jack was the embodiment of relentless aggression, while Tristan was precise and deadly, his every motion calculated for maximum efficiency.
Their opponent was no ordinary thug.
The gang member facing them had the hardened physique of a seasoned fighter, his presence exuding danger.
Scars lined his arms, his knuckles thick with calluses from years of brawling.
A smirk curled on his lips as he rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers in anticipation.
Jack wasted no time.
With a guttural roar, he lunged forward, his muscles coiling like a spring before exploding with force.
