Chapitre 70: Chapter 70: The First Strike
It happened late one night, long after Cole had left the gym and was heading home. The streets were quiet, the air cool and crisp as he walked down the narrow alley that led to his apartment. He had taken this route a hundred times before, but tonight, something felt different. Off.
He was halfway down the alley when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
Cole's instincts kicked in immediately, and he spun around, his fists up, ready for a fight. Three men stood at the mouth of the alley, their faces obscured by the shadows. But Cole didn't need to see their faces to know who they were.
The underground had finally made their move.
"We told you," one of the men said, his voice low and menacing. "You should have taken the offer."
Cole's jaw tightened, his fists clenched. "I'm not playing your game."
The man chuckled darkly. "You don't have a choice."
Without warning, the men lunged at him, their fists flying. But Cole was ready. He dodged the first punch, countering with a quick jab that sent one of the men stumbling back. The second man swung at him, but Cole ducked, landing a brutal uppercut that knocked him to the ground.
The third man hesitated for a moment, but then charged at Cole with a knife in hand. Cole's heart raced, but he stayed calm, dodging the blade and grabbing the man's wrist. With a quick twist, he disarmed him and delivered a powerful punch to his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.
The fight was over almost as quickly as it had started.
Cole stood there, breathing heavily, his fists still clenched as he looked down at the men lying on the ground. He had won, but he knew this was just the beginning. The underground wasn't going to stop until they had him under their control—or until they had taken him out.
But Cole wasn't backing down. Not now. Not ever.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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