Fight

"You guys suck! Just like that, you lost!" teased a burly man, he was Max.

Hearing the joke, John remained relaxed, as did Azz. Linga who has been watching them since the crew invited him to talk. The two of them were brought into a very luxurious looking bar.

"That fight just now was incredible!" praised Linga, then said, "You are the first person who can hurt Max, even in the first fight you can hurt him."

"Really?" asked John.

"Of course. Usually Max always comes out of the ring without a single scratch."

"Okay thanks."

Ling smiled faintly. "Do you need a coach?"

Hearing that question John and Azz looked at each other. They think they don't need a coach, because the training they have done so far is enough to beat a great fighter.

"It's okay, you guys just think about it first!" Linga patted John on the shoulder and was about to leave. "Order whatever drink you want, I'll pay for it."

John and Azz were again surprised by Linga's words. Before the man could walk away, John said, "Thank you."

Azz looked at John and asked, "Why?"

"Just enjoy it," said John.

John ordered a few bottles of expensive drinks, he enjoyed them. Unlike Azz, he didn't even take a single drop of the drink. The drink managed to make John very drunk.

Slowly the man began to lose control. He danced freely to the accompaniment of music. Walk without awareness. Until finally there was a man who nudged John until he bounced off the floor.

"You bastard!" said John cursingly.

The man had a smile on the corner of his lips. "You are a loser, idiot! How dare you insult me."

To avoid big trouble, Azz immediately pulled John away. He briefly saw the figure of Max. Turns out the one who made a fuss with John was Max.

"Two losers are in a fancy bar. Can you afford to pay?" tease Max.

Hearing Max's words, John turned around and punched him in the face. The punch managed to land right above Max's right eye. Not wanting to stay silent, Max immediately counterattacked. Unlike before, John managed to fend off the attack with the bottle he was carrying.

He's back on the attack. With the bottle, he hit it right on Max's head. It made Azz raise her two thumbs. "Extraordinary."

Everyone in the bar gathered around the two of them. They both cheered. With a bottle of drink in each hand, the atmosphere heated up even more.

Attack after attack was carried out by the two fighters. In the back, apparently the police were already preparing to make an ambush. However, Linga had stopped him and paid them to go back.

Already feeling very annoyed, Max broke an empty water bottle and pointed it at John. Feeling the atmosphere was getting out of control, Lingga directed his men to ambush Max from behind. Turns out it worked.

Linga pushed his way through the crowd, then he said, "Great!"

"Call the Police!" Aziz asked.

"Instead of taking this matter to court, why don't you guys settle it in the ring?"

"Crazy!" Max said. "Even in the previous fight he lost to me. How many more times does he want to lose?"

"It was just a coincidence. John is just measuring the level of your strength," said Azz.

Max tossed the glass bottle he was holding in his hand causing another small shard to scatter on the floor. "Okay. This weekend, at the usual place."

After saying that Max left and his friend left the bar. Likewise with Azz who asked John to leave immediately. Previously, Linga reminded them of his offer.