DERRICK

The man crouched down a bit, making me push back my body, using my arm as support.

The other men stopped hitting me but still crowded me, I could see it in their faces, this man commanded them.

Why the hell is he targeting me?

"Just a kick on your injury and you're already reduced to this? Pathetic."

Hearing those words, my blood boiled, I am a man with a huge ego, and this man was obviously looking down on me.

If not for my injury I could have shown him some manners.

"Well, I don't care for how weak you are." The man shrugged, stretching his hand out...