A Long-coming Quarrel

"Mylo?"

"What the fu*k were you doing?" Jason asked in surprise, but didn't take his foot over Mylo's shoulder and he still held on to Mylo's arm.

"Ärrrgh, fuck, that hurts bro," Mylo groaned in pain as Jason's sudden chain of reactions that ended up with him experiencing a real-life WWE smackdown had stunned and hurt him.

"That doesn't answer my question, Mylo," Jason replied, his face darkening as he stared more intently at Mylo, his eyes seemingly glowing due to the reflection of light and scaring the living daylights out of Mylo.

"Let my hand go first, it hurts too much," Mylo barely breathed out.

Jason paused to think about it for a bit but decided to release Mylo as he didn't want to cause any injuries to him and from their previous encounter, he already knew that there was not much Mylo could do to harm him physically.

Thus Jason released Mylo's arm and stepped back, allowing him to get up.