George, a middle-aged office worker, was no match for him.
Jack, hardened by years of physical labor, was strong as an ox. He forced George to the ground, pinning him down so tightly he could barely breathe.
George struggled desperately—only to take a solid punch straight to the face.
The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.
Before he could even react, a barrage of fists came crashing down.
"You dare hit my wife?! I'll beat you to death, you bastard! Let's see if I don't kill you!"
Jack rained blow after blow onto him.
George could only shout for help, his voice breaking, "Tommy! Tommy! Get over here! Help me! Your father's going to be beaten to death!"
Almost as soon as he called out, Tommy appeared.
The moment George saw him, hope flared in his eyes.
My son is here… he'll help me.
But Tommy had only come because he heard the commotion.
"Dad! You—" Tommy's expression changed as he saw George pinned to the ground, and he instinctively stepped forward.
