"Kyle!" Clover screamed. Her face was filled with fear.
"Don't be scared, Clover. I'll bring you out," Kyle uttered, his eyes emanating a murderous aura as he glared at the man standing before him.
"Tsk. What are you talking about? You're gonna die right here, right now," said that man.
In a flash, he shuffled to the left and pinned his ankle to Kyle's, tripping him down the next second. Before Kyle had the time to react, the man swiftly seized him by the hair, unleashing a flurry of punches on his face.
Clearly, Kyle wasn't his match, and in no time, his face was awash with blood.
Tossing Kyle aside, the man grabbed the bat at the corner. As he dragged it across the ground, sparks danced at its edge, their eerie screeches piercing the tense atmosphere. Clover paled, watching him hold it above his head and thrust it down with all his might.
"No..." She wept, shaking her head frantically.
“Wait, Andrew.” A cold, familiar voice came through.
As obedient as a dog, Andrew dropped the
