Bully Lord

Part-133

James, still shaken by the suddenness of the attack, managed to find his voice. "Why did you hit him? He was just trying to explain."

Dwip's expression remained impassive. "I don't tolerate disrespect," he said simply. "Words have consequences, and my tolerance for them is low."

"But he's much younger than you," James argued. "A verbal reprimand would have been enough."

Dwip smirked. "Maybe for you," he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. "But I grew up in the streets. Respect is earned, not given. You insult me, you pay the price. It's a simple principle."

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "I'll make you a deal," he said. "If you and your friends can beat me in a fight, I'll help you with your problem. But if you lose, you have to pay me twenty thousand taka."

Ryan's face flushed with anger at Dwip's challenge. Sourov, still clutching his aching jaw, managed to stand upright, his body language speaking volumes about his desire to retaliate.

James, however, took a moment to assess the situation. He discreetly activated his System, focusing on Dwip. A holographic display appeared before his eyes, revealing Dwip's stats: a staggering 713.

"He's way too strong for us," James whispered to Ryan, his voice laced with concern.

Ryan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How do you know?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

"Just a gut feeling," James replied evasively. He couldn't risk revealing the existence of the System.

They exchanged a worried glance. Taking on Dwip seemed like a foolhardy endeavor. But backing down was not an option. Their pride, and more importantly, their mission to catch the online scammer, depended on this confrontation.

"We can do this," Ryan said, trying to boost their morale. "We've trained together for months. We can take him."

Sourov nodded, determination glinting in his eyes. "Let's show this guy who's boss," he declared, his voice filled with bravado.

James remained silent, his mind racing. He knew they were facing an uphill battle, but he also knew that giving up was not an option. He had to find a way to level the playing field.

As the three of them prepared for the inevitable confrontation, a crowd began to gather, drawn by the commotion. The park, once a peaceful retreat, had transformed into a makeshift arena. The pressure was mounting, and with it, a surge of adrenaline coursed through James's veins.

The confrontation began abruptly. Sourov, fueled by anger, launched the first attack. With a swift movement, he aimed a punch at Dwip's face. However, Dwip was quicker, dodging the attack with ease before retaliating with a powerful kick to Sourov's side. The impact sent Sourov reeling backward, a pained groan escaping his lips.

Ryan, seeing his friend in distress, moved to intervene. He attempted to grapple with Dwip, hoping to restrain him. But Dwip was too fast. With a lightning-quick jab, he struck Ryan on the nose, causing him to stumble back.

The fight was over almost as soon as it had begun. Dwip stood victorious, his opponents on the ground, nursing their injuries. A crowd had gathered around them, their faces a mixture of shock and awe.