Chapter 13: Unbelievable Janitor
Gabe froze mid-step, his body twitching slightly from the last blow.
"Again?" he muttered, still catching his breath.
Wesley’s mop swung again—this time with more confidence—smacking the side of Gabe’s torso.
The sound of wet cloth slapping against expensive training armor echoed in the courtyard.
Gabe blinked, not even registering pain, just... shock. He turned slowly, as if trying to make sense of the fact that he had been struck—again.
Wesley tilted his head, genuinely confused. "Are... you okay?"
But Gabe didn’t answer. His eyes were wide. Then, before Wesley could react, Gabe suddenly shouted, "Again!"
Wesley, startled but no longer hesitant, obeyed.
The mop struck him once more, and Gabe stumbled slightly this time, clutching his side.
"Again!" he shouted, louder, as if driven by something deeper—rage, pride, or maybe madness.
The surrounding cleaners, the ones who had stood off to the side with expressions of quiet amusement or mild indifference, now began shifting. One of them muttered, "Wait a minute..."