Half an hour later.
...
The two were drenched in sweat, panting for breath, one lying on the left, the other on the right.
"Have you vented?" Adrian Cooper turned his head to look at Mason Nightshade, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a bruise around his eye. Thinking about the President of the neighboring country visiting tomorrow, he felt a wave of anxiety.
Looks like he'll have to greet him with this injured face.
What kind of expression will the President have upon seeing this face?
Sigh, Adrian Cooper sighed deeply.
Mason Nightshade staggered to his feet, grabbed Adrian Cooper by the collar, raised his fist, and punched Adrian in the face once more, "Damn you, give me back my woman!"
"Have you gone mad with rage, or are you drunk? I don't smell alcohol, yet you're acting confused already?" Adrian Cooper said.
Mason Nightshade placed his hand on Adrian's neck and tightened it, "I might as well strangle you."
