CHAPTER 39 : Exchange of fist

Lawrence's POV

“Whoever you are, you’re not welcome here. It’s best if you leave now,” I said, my voice reverberating through the room, the anger in my tone unmistakable. My frustration was palpable, growing with each passing second.

He didn’t retreat. Instead, he began to close the distance between us.

I advanced, my fury burning hotter, and I snarled as I moved. He leaned in, meeting my aggression with his own, signaling he was ready for a fight. Without hesitation, I pounced and lunged at him, my fist connecting with his right cheek in a sharp, decisive blow. I gripped his neck tightly along with his white shirt.

Fully aware that his free hands could still retaliate or defend.

I withdrew momentarily, preparing for another strike, my knuckles poised to deliver another powerful punch. He quickly caught on, his reaction swift as he shoved me back, trying to regain his footing. But I was already anticipating his move, gearing up for a fierce counterattack, ready to send him reeling w