41 MOVING MOUNTAIN (1/2)
Two comparatively shorter men unleashed a blizzard of punches into the chest of a hulking man—eight-foot-tall and strong-bodied—who wore nothing but underpants. Nevertheless, he grabbed their fists and pulled them closer before his hands tightly gripped the back of their necks and pressed down their faces into the water with might and main; thereby drowning them simultaneously, and he didn't stop until the frequency of bubbles rising to the surface lessened.
”Who do you think I am? 'Brown Hill' Boksa!” Soon after he let go of the two men, he tightened his muscles and precariously growled at the rest of men who were about to encircle him, making them scatter away as wild dogs do from a wolf's growl. ”That's right. Run like the rats that you are, you spineless sissies.”
As he was about to turn back to run toward the end of the ice dumpster, his eyes caught sight of a boy with mostly black hair and a few white strands here and there, but the scar on his face was what got Boksa's attention.
”Coming this way to experience the sweetness of pain, are you?” Boksa malevolently grinned as he flung his fist down diagonally while swiveling back toward the entrance of the ice dumpster. Lirzod dove into the water and flat-out swam between Boksa's legs. Though startled, Boksa reacted quick enough and plopped backward at once, bashing his husky butt into Lirzod's back and forced all the oxygen out of him. Luckily, the nearby ice spikes already got crushed thanks to Boksa who had been rampaging in that neighborhood. ”Hehe, why so sneaky?” He moved his butt around to freely sit when the water level almost came up to his chest. ”Let me have some fun, too, boy. I especially like peeling the skin of plotters like you—”
An ostensibly frangible foot whizzed into Boksa's weighty jaw, generating an unmelodious sound loud enough to be heard across a few tens of meters all around, but still, such strength couldn't lift Boksa's butt off Lirzod and could only twist his head to the side by a little over ninety degrees.
”I should be the one who should teach a lesson to that fool,” Sariyu landed in front of Boksa and furrowed a brow, ”not you.”
The color of Boksa's jaw turned red, and his heartbeat spiked up a bit as he stood straight, ”What a wonderful kick.” He scratched his jaw with his fingers as he stared down at her and he didn't know if the hair on his skin stiffened from the feeling of fright or horniness.
”Wonderful?” Sariyu raised one of her eyebrows. ”What are you? A masochist?” she clenched her fists as she raised her arms to the nose.
”Heh, Like any other living being, I also take pleasure in many things,” Boksa exposed his yellowish teeth.
”I guess you indeed derive pleasure in many ways.” She smirked. ”Like, for example, not bothering to brush at all so you can overindulge in your bacterial breakfast day in and day out.”
”Brushing is not for teeth that grind nothing but meat!” he sniggered.
Lirzod, meanwhile, popped his head out of the water, and at the same time, he pulled out two more heads both of which belonged to the men Boksa had dealt with not long ago. Lirzod took a glance at them both who appeared unconscious. He slapped them on their heads, but nothing happened. He later elbowed them in their bellies. The next moment, liquid material disembogued from both their mouths into the water below, and both of them awoke. ”Geez, my back hurts like hell,” Lirzod tried stretching his back slowly. ”That pig, how much does he even weigh?”
”Idiot, what are you doing?” Burton stopped beside Lirzod. ”Don't you have better things to do?”
”They looked like they might die,” Lirzod replied in a slight rigid body posture.
”Can't you see the 'hollows in blue' standing at the edges of this ice dumpster?” Burton pointed his fingers at them. ”Their duty in and itself is to make sure nobody dies from drowning.”
”I know that,” Lirzod made a pinched expression.
”No, you don't,” the cords in Burton's neck twanged a little. ”What you did is a waste of time.”
”Stop it… they looked like they might die at any moment,” Lirzod sputtered a bit as he patted on the shoulders of the two men both of whom straight off attacked Lirzod and Burton.
”Hehe, you seem to have saved us ... here, have our thanks!” Both their fists rocketed into the faces of Lirzod and Burton.
Burton grabbed the incoming fist with his hand and twisted his arm making him writhe in pain.
Lirzod, on the other hand, got hit by the fist right in the face. ”Hehe, how was it? Fierce, ain't it?” The man launched a couple more punches and hit cleanly, bruising Lirzod's nose; however, Lirzod still didn't avert his gaze from the opponent. ”Oh dear, you don't still look like you fully accepted my thanks ... then,” he launched another fist, ”I just have to keep thanking you until you do!”
”I've had enough of your tasteless thanks.” Lirzod moved closer, his cheek scrubbing past the man's fist. Keeping his arm folded, Lirzod successfully invaded the personal space of the opponent, and his forearm and elbow together beat into the man's chest while Lirzod's words assailed the man's mind, ”If I had cashews,” the man spilled out a mouthful of saliva before crumbling to his knees, ”I would have given one to you.” Touching his chest, Lirzod's opponent made a pained expression when Lirzod put his hand on top of the man's head. ”But since I don't … how about you tell me what I should do?”
”Keep beating me!” Boksa's voice came from the side, making Lirzod shower a faint smile, thereby further startling his opponent.
”Leave me alone, bastard!” the man recklessly responded, waving his hand to push Lirzod's hand off his head.
”I could have let you howl out my name, but you are not even a wolf much less an alpha.” Lirzod leaked out a playful grin which quickly subsided. ”I don't think anybody would pay attention to the barking of a dog.” Lirzod walked past the man, puzzling him. However, just as the man began to breathe a sigh of relief, Burton came into his view.
”You are…” His eyes slightly broadened and a bead of sweat slid down his cheek.
”I remember you now,” Burton raised his fist, ”you were the one who pulled my leg a few rounds ago when I was so close to winning, weren't you?”
”U-Uh, no, that's not—”
Burton grabbed the man by his hair and dragged him around, the man's face submerged underwater. He kept bringing that man's face up and down for long enough to let the man's heart be able to function.