The two men broke into a fierce, vicious fight.
They fought like sworn enemies, each blow delivered with brutal intent.
Faye Vaughn winced just watching them from a distance.
But they seemed to feel no pain, trading swift and savage blows, aiming for each other's weak spots.
"Hawthorne, is that all you've got? Your punches are weak as shit. Have you let some woman fuck you hollow these past few years?"
Zane Shelby wasn't just ruthless with his fists; his mouth was just as venomous.
Wyatt Hawthorne's expression remained unchanged as he shot back, "I hear you've spent these past few years fasting and praying, kneeling on a cushion every day. I'd be worried your knees have gone soft and your legs have gotten weak."
Zane Shelby laughed coldly. "I'm not like you, you heartless bastard. I'll do whatever it takes to bring her back!"
Faye Vaughn glanced over and, sure enough, Zane Shelby was wearing a string of Buddha Beads on his left wrist.
