Bully Lord

Part-183

Desperate, Jeren tried to use his superior size to his advantage. He shifted his weight, attempting to roll over and break free. But Ryan, anticipating his move, adjusted his grip, preventing Jeren from gaining any leverage. Jeren's struggles grew more frantic, his eyes wide with desperation. He tried to yell for help, but the words were trapped in his throat, his lungs struggling to keep up with the demand for oxygen.

Ryan, sensing Jeren's growing desperation, tightened his grip even further. He knew that Jeren was nearing his breaking point, and he was determined to finish the fight once and for all. With a calm, deliberate motion, Ryan shifted his weight, applying pressure to Jeren's vulnerable points. Jeren's body shuddered, a combination of pain and exhaustion. He tried to resist, but his strength was waning. Finally, with a defeated grunt, Jeren stopped struggling, his body going limp.

"You should’ve stayed down earlier," Ryan said quietly, tightening his hold. "Now, this is over."

Jeren grunted in frustration, trying to fight back, but Ryan had him locked in place. With a final, defeated growl, Jeren stopped resisting, realizing he was beaten.

Ryan took a deep breath, finally easing up on the pressure but still keeping Jeren pinned. His heart raced from the adrenaline, but he couldn’t afford to rest just yet. There was still more fighting to be done.

As Ryan looked over at James and Dwip, he saw Arad staggering, battered and bloodied, but still on his feet. James, though exhausted, was hanging on by sheer willpower. Dwip, agile and sharp, was keeping Arad on the defensive, landing quick blows whenever he could. The battle was nearing its climax, and Ryan knew they couldn’t afford to let their guard down.

Ryan, keeping his knee pressed firmly against Jeren’s chest, stared down at him, his face calm but his eyes cold. "Where is your operation base, and how many people are working there?" he asked, his tone quiet but firm.

Jeren, despite his weakened state, smirked up at Ryan. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, yet there was still defiance in his eyes. "Why would I tell you that?" he rasped.

Ryan’s expression didn’t change, but his patience was clearly running thin. Without a word, he pulled his knee back and delivered a sharp, punishing kick to Jeren’s chest. The impact was brutal, sending a shockwave of pain through Jeren's body and forcing a violent cough of blood from his mouth. The sound echoed through the narrow alley where they fought.

Ryan knelt back down, his voice still calm but tinged with an edge of menace. "Where is your base?" he repeated, staring unflinchingly into Jeren’s eyes.

Jeren writhed in pain for a few seconds, his body trembling from the sheer force of the blow. His defiance wavered as he gasped for air, the pain in his chest making it impossible for him to speak for a moment. After a few ragged breaths, his arrogance began to crumble.

He looked away for a second, a sign that his resolve was breaking. "It’s... it's on the southern side of the slum," he finally muttered, his voice hoarse. "A two-story building. That’s where we operate from."