Chapter 8: A Show-off?
From an upper-stairs bar space came two brown-jacketed men, and one of them approached Kieran. He stood before him. The club was dead silent, the heavy steps of the club guards that rushed in through the main entrance echoing through. No one moved or talked; they just watched the scene unfold like a movie.
The man inches from Kieran, tall, quite a nice body build... and above all, a creepy long scar on his face. Kieran could tell the man was a thug.... that the three were. Staring into Kieran's eyes for a moment, the man smirked with fulfilment, as though he had just confirmed something to himself.
He then pushed Kieran's face aside. It wasn't like the average face pat; neither was it a hot slap. People murmured, maybe feeling for the poor guy, or they knew who he was.
Kieran didn't hit back, didn't yell out, nor cower in fear either. He shot the man's bruised wrist a glance before stepping much closer and whispered,
"The bone is still twisted in the wrist, isn't it?" Such words are always sympathetic or as rage bait. But Kieran chose manipulation instead.
He chuckled sharply.
He hadn't said that much, but the man was already frozen in place. Not out of magic, but something clear to both of them. Kieran had examined his bruised wrist well - the man had a BB. The bruise is a scar that wears around the wrist like a real bracelet, and boxers do get it when injured in the ring.
If the opponent seizes one's punch and hits it back against the nose without relent, some wrist bones might twist and tear through the skin. This was because Skybridge boxers were mainly trained to throw punches forward, not the other way round.
The wound heals to form a Boxer's Bracelet - BB.