Instead of running, I grabbed a chair and charged towards Xavier with even more ferocity and speed. I executed a powerful shoulder throw on him, dealing a heavy blow.
To be ruthless, one must have strength. If he didn't have the strength and still dare to show off in front of me, he was looking for death!
I lifted Xavier onto my shoulders and threw him out like trash!
He crashed into the red wine tower, his body covered in red wine and blood, looking miserable. Xavier lay on the ground like a dead dog, unable to get up.
He actually dared to strike Ryan, so I was determined to teach him a lesson about the skill level of a black belt in Taekwondo!
I was so angry that my fighting power exploded.
Xavier was thin to begin with, so I swung him in my hands like a ball, spinning him around in circles.
Feeling unsatisfied, I treated him like a punching bag, delivering punch after punch. I made sure to repay him for every wrong he had done to me, owed me, and for hurting Ryan. With utmost seriousness and precision, I struck back with every ounce of determination.
As the police arrived, they saw the three of us lying on the ground.
Ryan laughed so hard and clapped his hands in applause.
Xavier was lying on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose, like a wilted cucumber, and one of his shoes had fallen off.
Seeing the police coming, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and felt wronged, saying, "Help..."
I was exhausted, so I lay on the ground to rest for a while.
Beating someone was much more satisfying than beating a sandbag!
No wonder our coach always stopped us from fighting others. I truly loved the sensation and the flexibility!
Excessive self-defense required accountability. After all, Xavier couldn't even stand up.
Surprisingly, he did not hold me responsible or seek retribution for my actions.
Therefore, I didn't say much.
We both sides had a truce and lived in peace for a year.
Xavier's behavior became more and more perverse and shameless. During the settlement, he added me back as a friend on WhatsApp in order to get compensation. Xavier came to talk to me from time to time. If I ignored him, he would disgust me.
Sandra gave birth to a child, and he took to Facebook to post pictures mocking me.
The child could roll over now, and he mocked me again.
I ignored it.
It was not that I didn't dare to confront Xavier, but I'm waiting for the right opportunity.