Suddenly, he feels a hard blow on his jaw. Damn! he looks towards the man. The bastard hit him in the face. The blood rushes out from one side of his mouth. He was rubbing his jaw to ease the pain.
The pain vanished, but he knew it would have left a dark bruise on his pretty face. Vaslof was getting out from the impact of the punch when the man kicked him in the stomach. He groaned. He stumbled and took two steps backwards.
Mark Taiwan smirked, looking at him groaning; in pain. But he doesn't know that; he was messing with the wrong man. The crowd cheering was fading low.
Vaslof was unable to hear the cheers.
He rubbed his eyes with his hands.
He sat on the ground.
He can feel the pain because of his wolfsbane shot.
The blood was coming from his mouth.
He was not out of conscious
