Bab 515: Private Lessons

The moment Morales dropped on the ground unconscious, there was a momentary silence before cheers erupted from all around us.

The final hook went straight for Morales' jaw, shaking his brain in the process, making him lose control and consciousness. Everyone thought Artem made a perfect counter by changing the trajectory of Morales punch but that right hook headed for him brushed a part of his head. No one could notice it right now but his body was leaning on the ropes.

I immediately called for medical assistance to check Morales first and I took the time to approach them and raise Artem's arm.

"Ah- do you have to?" Artem grimaced as he leaned on me.

"It's mandatory, just doing my job. Wanna fight now? I'll give you the first hit." I chuckled.

"Fuck me, can I have a drink first? Not one of those your old man gave me."

"The hidden rule of this compound, never accept any drinks from that old dude. I've been burned so many times that- here they come."

"Ah, my head is spinning."