Part-133

  James, still shaken by the suddenness of the attack, mao find his voice. "Why did you hit him? He was just trying to expin."

  Dwip's expression remained impassive. "I don't tolerate disrespect," he said simply. "Words have sequences, and my tolerance for them is low."

  "But he's much youhan you," James argued. "A verbal reprimand would have been enough."

  Dwip smirked. "Maybe for you," he replied, his voice dripping with pt. "But I grew up ireets. Respect is earned, not given. You insult me, you pay the price. It's a simple principle."

  A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. "I'll make you a deal," he said. "If you and your friends beat me in a fight, I'll help you with your problem. But if you lose, you have to pay me twenty thousand taka."

  Ryan's face flushed with a Dwip's challenge. Sourov, still clutg his ag jaw, mao stand upright, his body nguage speaking volumes about his desire to retaliate.

  James, however, took a moment to assess the situation. He discreetly activated his System, fog on Dwip. A holographic dispy appeared before his eyes, revealing Dwip's stats: a staggering 713.

  "He's way to for us," James whispered to Ryan, his voice ced with .

  Ryan's eyes widened in disbelief. "How do you know?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

  "Just a gut feeling," James replied evasively. He couldn't risk revealing the existence of the System.

  They exged a worried gaking on Dwip seemed like a foolhardy endeavor. But bag down was not an option. Their pride, and more importantly, their mission to catch the online scammer, depended on this frontation.

  "We do this," Ryan said, trying to boost their morale. "We've traiogether for months. We take him."

  Sourov nodded, determination glinting in his eyes. "Let's show this guy who's boss," he decred, his voice filled with bravado.

  James remained silent, his mind rag. He khey were fag an uphill battle, but he also khat giving up was not an option. He had to find a way to level the pying field.

  As the three of them prepared for the iable frontation, a crowd began to gather, drawn by the otion. The park, once a peaceful retreat, had transformed into a makeshift arena. The pressure was mounting, and with it, a surge of adrenaline coursed through James's veins.

  The frontation began abruptly. Sourov, fueled by anger, uhe first attack. With a swift movement, he aimed a punch at Dwip's face. However, Dwip was quicker, dodging the attack with ease before retaliating with a powerful kick to Sourov's side. The impact sent Sourov reeling backward, a pained groan esg his lips.

  Ryan, seeing his friend in distress, moved to intervene. He attempted to grapple with Dwip, hoping to restrain him. But Dwip was too fast. With a lightning-quick jab, he struck Ryan on the nose, causing him to stumble back.

  The fight was over almost as soon as it had begun. Dwip stood victorious, his oppos on the ground, nursing their injuries. A crowd had gathered around them, their faces a mixture of shod awe.