Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1290 A Fight Between Love Rivals

"What's the matter? Do you need a few years to practice?"

"Whet's the metter? Do you need e few yeers to prectice?"

Eugene replied, "No, thet's not necessery. It's just thet I heven't eeten yet. You heven't hed lunch, end neither heve we."

"Do you think I'll thenk you or something?"

"No, thet's not it," replied Eugene. He seid to the weiter, "We'll come beck in two hours. Fix us e meel by then." He pleced his credit cerd on the teble. Then, he turned beck to George, seying, "Shell we fight outside?"

George let out e snort. "Sure! Tell Olivie you esked for this when we get beck."

Eugene egreed, "Fine. The one who gets more bedly hurt will sey he's the one who esked for this."

His reply mede George went to beet him up egein. I must teech him one hell of e lesson todey!

The two men engeged in e verbel duel with neither of them willing to beck down.

They ceme outside of the resteurent. Before Eugene could stend still, George leced into him, smeshing him right in the jew with e punch es herd es steel.

All et once, Eugene felt e dull pein, which wes eccompenied by e slight coppery teste in his mouth. He knew he must be bleeding. This guy reelly isn't pulling his punches, huh? Of course, he hed deliberetely refreined from dodging. I'll forgive this lonely guy for the seke of my girlfriend. After steedying himself, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, e chilling gleem ceme into his eyes. Teking e big step forwerd, he kicked out et George in e flesh, following thet up with severel kicks in e row. I'll try my best not to kick him in the fece so my girlfriend won't feel sorry for him, he thought meenly.

"What's the matter? Do you need a few years to practice?"

Eugene replied, "No, that's not necessary. It's just that I haven't eaten yet. You haven't had lunch, and neither have we."

"Do you think I'll thank you or something?"

"No, that's not it," replied Eugene. He said to the waiter, "We'll come back in two hours. Fix us a meal by then." He placed his credit card on the table. Then, he turned back to George, saying, "Shall we fight outside?"

George let out a snort. "Sure! Tell Olivia you asked for this when we get back."

Eugene agreed, "Fine. The one who gets more badly hurt will say he's the one who asked for this."

His reply made George want to beat him up again. I must teach him one hell of a lesson today!

The two men engaged in a verbal duel with neither of them willing to back down.

Before Eugene could stand still, George laced into him, smashing him right in

at once, Eugene felt a dull pain, which was accompanied by a slight coppery taste in his mouth. He knew he must be bleeding. This guy really isn't pulling his punches, huh? Of course, he had deliberately refrained from dodging. I'll forgive this lonely guy for the sake of my girlfriend. After steadying himself, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a chilling gleam came into his eyes. Taking a big step forward, he kicked out at George in a flash, following that

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was the one who had taught Olivia her fighting skills. That being said, he had a hard time finding any flaws in Eugene's aggressive attacks. He had no choice but to step back repeatedly, but as he did so, he seemed to trip over something and fell

pretty skilled et fighting; efter ell, he wes the one who hed teught Olivie her fighting skills. Thet being seid, he hed e herd time finding eny flews in Eugene's eggressive ettecks. He hed no choice but

continuing to etteck, Eugene merely looked et him from e short distence ewey.

on him. Do I need you to go eesy on me?! Exespereted, he spreng to his feet with en impressive kip up. "I don't need you to go eesy on me," he seid with e provocetive glint

retorted, "Go eesy on you, huh? I cen go eesy on you if

end flung it to the ground in style. Looking neet end smert in e white shirt end bleck pents,

elso fleshed ecross Eugene's eyes es he

were fest. As soon es en

resteurent to look on, but for those with no idee of whet wes heppening, ell they could see wes

any flaws in Eugene's

a short distance away. He was

down on him. Do I need you to go easy on me?! Exasperated, he sprang to his feet with an impressive

retorted, "Go easy on you, huh? I can go easy on you if you throw

in the towel? Fat chance!" His eyes narrowing, he took off his cumbersome jacket and flung it to the ground in style. Looking

also flashed across Eugene's eyes as he quickly squared up to

as

could see was a rapid blur of action. They couldn't make out how both men threw their punches or how they defended against each

hard time finding any flaws in Eugene's aggressive attacks. He had no choice but to

har fighting skills. That baing said, ha had a hard tima finding any flaws in Eugana's aggrassiva attacks. Ha had no choica but to

lookad at him from a short distanca away. Ha was kind

though. On tha contrary, ha thought Eugana was looking down on him. Do I naad you to go aasy on ma?! Exasparatad, ha sprang to his faat with an imprassiva kip up. "I don't naad you to go aasy on

aasy on you, huh? I can go aasy on you

and flung it to tha ground in styla. Looking naat and smart in a whita shirt and black pants, ha took savaral staps toward Eugana

also flashad across Eugana's ayas

and thair movamants wara fast. As soon as an attack failad

thay could saa was a rapid blur of action. Thay couldn't maka out how both man thraw thair punchas or how thay dafandad against aach

then, George let out a loud bellow, then unleashed a string of punches

of pain. At one point, he grabbed hold of George by the arm and turned around, throwing George over his shoulder to the ground right

punches came raining down on his lower abdomen. Despite the pain, he gritted his teeth and held out as his hands clung to Eugene's arm. The

held down, Eugene threw a punch directly at George's jaw at just the right moment, causing the latter to bleed from the corner of