Webtoons The Boxer Novelas e Histórias

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

Harvey York casually wrapped his fists with white bandages, his expression neutral and unperturbed. His opponent, the boxer, studied him with an amused smile. “Bro, if I were you right now, I’d beg for mercy and leave. You really don’t want to play around with my fists. I can’t control how hard I punch. It’d be a real pity if you get beaten to death just because you wanted to look good in front of others.” Harvey smiled, but said nothing. He motioned for the boxer to come forward with his finger. The boxer’s grin died instantly, and he charged towards Harvey with all his might.