Chapter 3: Don’t Tend My Wound
For a moment, Angel observed the man whom Tryson had punched as he regained his composure. Suddenly, the man retaliated with a punch of his own.
"Tryson!" Angel shouted in alarm, but in the blink of an eye, both were embroiled in a fight.
She considered ending the disagreement, but before she could intervene, the club noticed the altercation, and soon a crowd gathered to watch.
However, a few individuals stepped in, halting the fighters, who both appeared as if they were still in a boxing ring, not yet satisfied with the confrontation.
Angel gazed at Tryson, astonished.
What was the point of all this chaos? She examined his injuries and soon found herself engulfed in a sense of uselessness.
Just as she was about to move closer to Tryson, Sophia grasped her hand, aware of her presence near the scene of their confrontation.
"Are you alright?" Sophia remarked, initially oblivious to Tryson and the stranger. However, the instant she glanced at the two men, she was taken aback.
She assumed it was just a brawl between two intoxicated men and feared her friend could be at risk, but she never anticipated one of them to be Tryson.
"What's Tryson doing here?" Sophia exclaimed, surprised.
Sophia was just about to ask Angel when she saw Angel quickly run over to Tryson.