Kingsley then became unconscious, but I kept on going with this little shock therapy of mine.
Lisandro goes up after beating up more machines and says “Hey, he’s already knocked out! Isn’t that enough?”
What, was he some referee trying to throw the match?
“You don’t know Kingsley like how I know him.” I coldly replied to this ally of mine.
I saw his body steaming from the electricity I poured in him.
This should serve him right.
People like him deserve to burn.
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