The atmosphere in the boxing gym was unusually tense.
In the ring, four little troublemakers had Samuel surrounded, yet he remained perfectly calm, a faint smile never leaving his face.
Ethan threw a heavy punch, but Samuel slipped to the side with effortless grace, dodging with barely a movement. In one smooth motion, he caught Evan, who’d tried to sneak up behind him, locking his arms with a gentle twist, then swept his arms outward to fend off Noah and Aiden, who were lunging from either side.
“Uncle Samuel, stop dodging!” Ethan called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
Noah, meanwhile, hung back, carefully observing Samuel’s moves, searching for an opening.
Samuel caught on to Noah’s plan, extending a hand to block the boy’s attack with ease.
Seeing this, Aiden charged in from the flank. Samuel’s eyes narrowed; he spun swiftly, lifting his leg just in time to block Aiden’s punch. Aiden staggered back, arm tingling from the impact, and had no choice but to retreat.
Evan, not to be outdone, circled around behind Samuel, ready to sneak in another attack. But Samuel seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He spun around abruptly, and Evan, startled by Samuel’s sudden presence, froze before he could make a move.
Back and forth they went, laughter and shouts echoing through the gym as the playful melee continued.
But Samuel remained flawless in his defense. The four boys, despite their best efforts, couldn’t land a single hit. Growing desperate, they scratched their heads, trying to figure out a way through his guard.
After several more rounds—
Samuel decided it was time to wrap things up. With almost theatrical precision, he “knocked out” each of the boys, one by one, until all four were sprawled out on the mat, giggling and groaning.
Joyce, watching from ringside, shot to her feet. “Samuel, are you serious? Are the boys okay?” Her face was a picture of concern—she was even more anxious than Rebecca, their mother.
She’d assumed it was all in good fun, but hadn’t expected Samuel to take it so seriously. A grown man, and he’d managed to flatten four kids!
Rebecca, on the other hand, seemed perfectly composed. She glanced at Joyce’s worried expression and smiled. “Relax, it’s not over yet.”
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