Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
“You go up.” Chen pulled out his phone. “I will meet you there. Phone reception is better here.”
“Make sure you have an update for me soon.” I knew that Duck and Monique would be fine. God had already shattered my heart enough this year. There was no way harm had come to her or my cousin.
Therefore, that left another option.
Where the hell did Duck take her? Is he showing off again, like with the damn meatball?
The sun warmed my bare skin as I got to the sparring area.
A gust of wind ruffled my hair.
Then, I glanced over my shoulder and spotted Chen. He must have walked off in the other direction because he was now over forty feet away, yelling into his phone and pacing back and forth.
I gritted my teeth.
Whatever had happened with Duck and Monique, I wouldn’t be happy about it.
I made it to the first makeshift ring. It was an expanse of dirt surrounded by a circle made from large rocks.
“Good afternoon, Mountain Master.” Hu stepped to the center of the ring.
Usually my Straw Sandal’s job was solely my top security officer. Today, his job shifted to cruel sparring trainer. Hu’s orange and black striped AK-47 lay next to his shoes, outside of the rock circle.
Amusement covered his face. “How was your morning, Mountain Master?”
“Annoying and aggravating.” I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest.
“Unfortunately for you. . .” Hu gestured for men to enter the rock circle. “I do not plan to ease your day.”
“Good.” I flexed my fingers in and out. “I’m just hoping you will be in the ring a few times too.”
Hu grinned. “Are you saying that you would like to hit me today?”
“Those neck exercises were ridiculous in the van this morning. Due to that, I plan to do more than hit you.”
Hu chuckled. “You weren’t focused in the van so I had to wake you up.”
“I was focused.”
“There is a certain new beauty that has your mind distracted.”
I glanced back at Chen who was still screaming into his phone. Meanwhile, his jacket was now unbuttoned and flapping back and forth as he paced, telling me that he was at the highest level of aggravated.
What the hell did Duck do?
I returned my view to Hu. “I’m not distracted.”
He shook his head. “We will see.”
Ten men entered the rock circle, ready to fight me at once.
I unfolded my arms and cracked my neck.
My heart raced with excitement.
Hu clapped. “Time for some fun.”
The first man charged at me, but I easily moved to the left, dodged his attack, and landed a powerful punch to his gut. He stumbled back, dropped to his knees, and gasped for air.
Fast, I moved on to three men, surrounding me and wildly swinging their fists in every direction. I took hits in the back, sidestepped the punches on my side, and punched the first one so hard in the face that he crashed to the ground.
The second and third men came at me with renewed aggression, but I was too fast for them. I ducked under the second man’s right hook, delivered a sweeping kick to his feet, and knocked him off balance. Before he could recover, I slammed my elbow into his neck, and he crumpled to the ground.
The third man was tougher, though, and he managed to land a solid punch to my jaw.
But I didn’t even flinch.
Instead, I countered with a swift kick to his abdomen that sent him reeling.
I moved onto the next set of men, effortlessly taking them down one by one. Just like my father had taught me. My movements were fluid and calculated.
More men rushed my way.
Sweat dripped down my face as I fought, my muscles burning with exertion. But I pushed through the pain, feeling a surge of adrenaline as I knocked the final two men to the ground.
Several Four Aces standing outside of the circle cheered and urged me on.
“Get out of here.” Hu waved at the injured guys on the ground and pointed to another group. “Alright. We are done. Next.”
I blinked. “More?”
“Uncle Leo could have got rid of these guys in half a minute.”
I rolled my eyes. “Bullshit. He is not superman.”
“Next.” Hu clapped his hands.
Groaning in annoyance, I wiped sweat off my forehead and prepared for this new group.
They hurried in and began circling me like ravenous wolves. Their weapons of choice gleamed under the midday sun. Five of them held hard wooden sticks, their knuckles white from the strength of their grip. The other five gripped thick whips.
I frowned. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Practice is practice, Mountain Master.”
I tightened my fists.
Hu raised his hands, signaling for them to attack me.
Without hesitation, the men lunged forward. The sound of their sticks and whips cut through the air.
Grunting, I dodged their attacks, spinning around them with ease. One of them managed to land a painful hit on my left arm, but I ignored the ache and kept fighting.