Ray and Iwan were evenly wounded, but both were still standing.

“You really are one stubborn son of a bitch,” Iwan said. “Just like Sigit who’s dead because of his own stupidity.”

Swelling anger almost took Ray over, but he reined it in, knowing full well that Iwan was pathetically trying to break his concentration. “He was clearly smarter than to choose to be an errand bitch like you.”

The fight resumed. Both traded punches, curses and kicks. Various trained moves they had obtained from their military training and experiences collided hard. Their attention was at each other, focusing so intense in the fight, they didn’t realize that Andra was watching them not far from where they were fighting.

He couldn’t believe Iwan’s words, and felt anger, disa...

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