Chapter 22 The Father And The Child

• Kraius was at the center of the ring punching hard the bag that was in front of him. He was all sweaty but he didn’t care. His endurance was steady. His muscles were protruding in every move he made while his reflexes were fast, as if he was in a fight. Throwing hard and strong punches that made the bag bounce to its further distance.
• Kraius needed some steam to release his frustration from all the fucked up things that had happened to him, and boxing was one of his hobbies aside from Mixed Martial Arts. He was skilled and trained for his self defense aside from the fact that it was his way of maintaining his body health and his physique to always be in good shape.
• Kraius looked serious and deadly when his phone suddenly rang. His attention instantly shifted to the bag that hit his face hard. He cursed because of the impact it did and punched it after. It was as if through it, the pain it gave to his pretty face would fade. He even glared at it like it was someone he knew and that it could fight him back.