Darryl twisted Andres's wrist and looked at him teasingly. "Are you going to admit your defeat? You can't even stand up now. It's meaningless to continue the fight. Just admit your defeat."

'Admit my defeat?'

Raw anger shot through Andres. "I won't admit defeat. You are no match for me at all!'

'Damn it! If my legs weren't injured mysteriously and I could stand, he wouldn't be able to slap me with his weak body.'

Just a second after Andres finished his sentence, Darryl gave Andres another sl