A loud whack echoed through the air as Darno's hand knocked an incoming strike away, followed by a clean, brutal punch that sent the Black Hound member flying across the asphalt. The man hit the ground hard, skidding several meters before coming to a stop.
"And that's them dealt with," Darno muttered, letting out a deep sigh as he straightened his posture. His fists were still clenched tight, and frustration pulsed through his chest , not just because of the fight, but because of what they had done to his car.
He glanced at the mangled metal behind him, his jaw tightening. The scratches, the dents, the smashed headlight , it all reminded him of his mistake. He had let them get away, and this, beating down their lackeys, was the only thing he could do now to make up for it.
"Whoa! That guy was amazing!"
