Chapter 136 Fight It Out
Damian's words were surprising, and Ashley was afraid of what he might say next. She quickly interjected, "Damian, let's part ways amicably. Let's at least leave each other some dignity and not end up in a situation where both sides are hurt."
Her eyes were filled with warning, as if she wanted to draw a clear boundary with him.
Damian cooperatively lowered his head a bit, his voice matching hers in intensity, as he whispered, "You're so fond of playboys, aren't you? Do you know who Hendrix really is?"
Ashley, using her peripheral vision, glanced at Hendrix, who remained composed, displaying no hint of embarrassment or neglect. Instead, he exuded a sense of freshness. "His true identity will unfold in due course. I will remain vigilant. Rather than learning about it from you, I prefer to witness it myself," Ashley responded.
Damian's anger flared, "It seems you're determined to oppose me."
"Damian, you're overthinking it. Everything I do is my own choice, and it has nothing to do with you. I hope you won't jump to conclusions," Ashley retorted.
Suddenly, Damian reached out, grabbed the back of her head, and forcefully pulled her into an embrace, kissing her lips in front of Hendrix! Ashley tried to resist, but she couldn't match Damian's strength. Her lips were taken over, more like being devoured than kissed.
Damian was rough and forceful, and Ashley had to focus all her strength on her lips, biting down to prevent him from taking advantage. This left her vulnerable to his other actions. His hands roamed her waist, making them look like a couple deeply in love!
Hendrix raised his fist, aiming at Damian's handsome face, and struck with all his might! He couldn't stand by any longer!
The sound of the punch abruptly silenced the surroundings. It was as if the whole world had hit the pause button.
Damian was caught off guard by the heavy blow. His face turned to the side from the impact, and he could taste the fresh blood in his mouth. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly turned his head, "Are you looking to die?"
Hendrix pulled back his fist, his eyes filled with anger, "It's you who's looking to die! She didn't want it, and you dared to force yourself on her. I'm warning you, Damian, even if Ashley doesn't choose me, she won't choose you! You embrace the Trinity one moment, then turn around and claim sovereignty. Punching such a badass like you, I won't feel sorry at all."
Ashley saw that a fight was about to break out, and she sternly said, "Both of you, don't be presumptuous. If you want to fight, take it outside, and don't make a scene."
There were too many people around, and it was inevitable that someone would take photos and put them online. The last time they were set up was partially resolved, and neither she nor Damian could afford any more exposure.
Damian wiped the corner of his mouth, and a hint of crimson caught his eye. He glanced at Hendrix, who was red-eyed with anger, and without a word, he grabbed Hendrix's arm and led him to a secluded spot.
Hendrix shook him off, but he couldn't break free.
Hendrix said, "Great, it's been a long time since I've fought. Today is a good day to stretch my muscles and do some good for society!"
Ashley, feeling very angry, couldn't believe her bad luck in encountering such a situation!
After a moment of hesitation, she followed.
The place Damian chose had no streetlights or surveillance cameras. In the limited light, he took off his suit jacket and handed it to Ashley, then rolled up his shirt sleeves and spat out the blood from his mouth onto the ground.
Damian said, "Didn't your father teach you how to speak? Let me teach you."
With that, Damian's fist was already in motion!
There was a loud bang, even louder than before.
It sounded very painful to Ashley.
Hendrix grunted and quickly retaliated, "Your father didn't teach you how to respect others, so I'll teach you!"
It was impossible to tell who was hitting whom, who was kicking whom.
Ashley could only vaguely see the two men entangled, fighting without regard for each other.
Damian was skilled, and Hendrix seemed to be no stranger to fighting, their fists flying in a flurry.
Ashley held onto Damian's jacket, a bitter smile appeared on her face.
In her lifetime, two men were fighting for her. Shouldn't she be proud?
But no, all she felt was heartache. She had made up her mind to live a peaceful life away from trouble. Why wouldn't some people give her a chance to start anew?
Ashley remarked, "Are you satisfied yet? If not, fetch a knife and aim for critical areas, sparing your energy. Both nearing sixty, engaging in street brawls like young children is disgraceful!"
The struggling figures finally stopped, and the air was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
Hendrix emerged into the light, his attire dusty, his collar crooked, and his hair unkempt with bangs draping over his left eye. His face bore a blend of bruises, and a trace of blood and grime marked the corner of his mouth.
Hendrix smiled, looking somewhat pitiful and ridiculous, "Are you angry?"
Ashley saw his miserable state and couldn't bring herself to say the harsh words she had in mind, "Did you have fun?"
Hendrix wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting out a mouthful of blood, "You're angry so that I won't fight anymore."
Damian's face was also bruised, but overall, he was much better than Hendrix, except for the white shirt stained with someone's blood; his pants and shoes were clean.
Hendrix said, "Not fighting. Are you afraid I'm going to beat you?"
Hendrix was about to launch an attack, but Ashley said in a deep voice, "Fine, then you guys continue fighting, but don't give me a face; I don't have that much face."
Hendrix smiled, "We're all adults. How can we solve problems with our fists? It's just a friendly match."
Damian snorted, "Go back and practice for five years before coming to spar with me."
In short, every time Damian speaks, he leaves people speechless.
Ashley sighed. It was all because of her that they were arguing, and it wouldn't be right if she didn't do something about it. She had no choice but to say with a black face, "You two, find a place to stay, wait for me for a while, and no more fighting."
Damian took a step forward, "Where are you going?"
Ashley grinned, "Where am I going? Am I going to invite your parents? I'm just going to buy medicine!"
Ten minutes later, Ashley came back with a bag full of medicine, and her head was even more painful when she saw the two big men sitting at opposite ends of Shaded Boulevard Bench Street. She couldn't know what had happened in the past ten minutes, but at least they hadn't fought a second time.
Unscrewing the iodine and dipping the cotton swab, Ashley looked up to see two faces simultaneously approaching.
Hendrix grinned, "I'll go first, look at my face; it's ruined."
Damian said, "Consider it plastic surgery for you."
Ashley shouted impatiently, "Both of you, shut up!"
Ashley considered herself unlucky, bent over, and gently wiped the wounds on Hendrix's face.
From the looks of it, it seemed that Damian had hit him harder, with wounds all over, almost disfiguring.
Ashley asked in a tone that was not very kind, "Does it hurt?"
Hendrix took a deep breath, "Yes, it hurts a lot."
Damian couldn't bear to watch, so he snatched the cotton swab, pulled Ashley behind him, and pressed her into a chair. "I'll do it!"
Hendrix jumped up, "You get out of the way!"
Damian helped him disinfect, and he was likely to kill him.
Damian smirked, "Admit defeat?"
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