I SPIT blood everytime they throw furious punches against my stomach. My left eye was closed and my handsome face was swelling because of the cuts. I chuckled when they stared at me amusingly.
"Tired?" Hamon ko sa tatlong lalaki na walang sawa akong binubugbog.
"Tibay mo rin, ano?" Ani ng isa na balbas sarado.
I smirked. "Hit me for all I f*****g care, just don't unlock my cuffs, 'cause I swear man. You'll regret this."
I saw how fear across through their eyes. These mens were just payed goons rented by a particular fucker who wants to end my life as soon as f*****g possible. As if he can.. I stood up and with my eyes concealed all my emotion, I stared to them coldly. Colder than the freezing ice at the north pole.
"M-mayabang ka lang dahil isa kang Ybañez!" The goons with a baseball
