Chapter 48 The Beating Of His Life

• “And I said, 'Do I look like your whore mother, sleeping around with different men? Huh? What are you going to do about that? Beat…'”
• Even before Tyler completed those words, the guy already sprang into action, his clenched fist striking Tyler hard in the face like a thunderbolt from the heavens, delivering swift justice upon its target. Tyler, with his unbalanced feet, fell to the ground again like a felled tree in a storm, crashing down with a resounding thud.
• When he fell to the ground, he struggled to flicker up to his feet again, like a struggling flame trying to reignite in a gust of wind. In doing this, he held onto the chairs in the lounge for support. Then he looked drunkenly at the guy and asked,