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Soon enough, Cohen had managed to fight off all of them. The ones who had suffered minor injuries dragged away their unconscious friends into their truck, wondering what kind of man Cohen was, that he was able to fight off all of them.

Cohen groaned in pain as he held on to a side of his stomach. He had also suffered blows and was even glazed in the stomach swkth a pocket knife. He took off his cloth and used it to stop his bleeding stomach. He scolded himself for having gotten into a fight for something that wasn't any of his business in the first place.

“What the hell came over me? Shit! I don't have to keep doing this.”

While Cohen was tending to his wounds, he heard soft groans beside the car, remembering that was the poor man he fought for. He held back the pain he was feeling and went to check on the Mr Actona, who has been seriously beaten. Cohen went into the car and try to start it, bit it didn't budge. He opened the bonnet to check out what was wrong with the car, and in a