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Mr. Luis was like a piece of rotten meat to Stuart. He was beaten hard. Luis didn't think he was going to survive. Stuart’s fists beat on his flesh and his bones were broken. All Ross could do to protect himself is cover his head like a coward. The one vital part of his body that he was trying to protect was the reason he could not see who was beating him. When he was thrown to the ground, Ross shouted: "How dare you touch me! Do you know who I am?" Stuart grasped his collar and picked him up from the floor. His eyes were filled with murderous coldness: "Ross Luis, how dare you touch my woman! You’d better see who I am!" When Ross heard the sound of Stuart's voice, he cowered to the floor. He had heard his voice before and thought it sounded familiar, but there was no way it could possib