Chapter eighty five: Dead Sky
Sky, for a record, was fascinated with Silver's skill. He recognize and respected it. He was able to know what his name was, when the woman whom they are supposed to kill, had called her. Silver. But the black dark in his eyes is regrettable to see. Yet, also, that was a thrill for him. “Ahhh, those were painful attacks,” he said as he moved his head in circular motion, causing the popping sound on his neck. Sure indeed, he received painful blows from him. Twenty to thirty five fast, one after another punches that made his face suddenly looked swollen. His handsome features were now gone, but filled with swollen meat and gushing blood. Yet, he is still smiling. “Well, if you are into brutal fist fight, I guess . . . you're disadvantaged,” he said, smiling. It was then when
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