Chapter 327 Attack Again!

• They clashed again, fists flying. The Don fought like a man used to command; his blows rained down, precise, merciless. His years of fighting in the ring made him aim for the throat, the jaw, the soft places that ended fights quickly. His opponent fought like a survivor, swinging wide, desperate blows, tackling the Don and sending both of them crashing into the sand.
• They rolled, grunting, choking on dust. The sun beat down as elbows smashed into faces and knuckles split skin. The Don broke free, dragged himself up, and hauled the other man with him, slamming him forward with a knee to the gut. Sand sprayed as the man collapsed, coughing, but he still reached out, catching the Don’s leg and pulling him down once more.
• Blood darkened the sand. Breath came ragged. With a final surge, the Don wrenched free, rose unsteadily, and, with cold resolve to end the threat permanently, secured a firm grip on the El Toro’s head. He just used one hand.