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Chapter 149
The female lead in the movie endured unimaginable torture, and when Mike arrived at the old warehouse where she was being held captive, it was too late. She was already on the brink of death.
As she took her final breath in Mike’s arms, the anguish in his expression was palpable. His heart shattered, his body trembling as he tried to hold back his tears. It was a heart-wrenching scene that drew tears from the audience.
Hera, deeply moved by the tragic moment, dabbed at the corners of her eyes with a napkin. Nash, noticing her emotion, reached over and took her hand, squeezing it tightly in silent support.
Hera, leaning her head on his shoulder, continued watching the movie as they both absorbed the sorrow of Mike’s pain. The weight of the scene seemed to linger in the air between them.
The film then fast-forwarded to show Mike, unable to cope with the loss, sinking into a deep despair. He spent his days drowning his sorrow in alcohol, squandering all his money. Eventually, he found himself living in the slums, a far cry from the man he once was.
In the slums, Mike encountered a group of kind-hearted old people and innocent children who lived in squalor, enduring starvation and mistreatment at the hands of the wealthy. The rich trampled on the poor’s dignity, treating them like slaves. He witnessed firsthand the brutality of the elite, including a tragic moment where the children of wealthy families beat two innocent kids to death.
Determined to make a change, Mike strapped on his gloves once again. After months of rigorous training, he entered the underground boxing circuit, fighting in illegal matches. With the money he earned, he gave it all away to the poor, trying to make a difference in their lives.
One fateful day, Mike stumbled upon a Somerese man, who was on the brink of death. At first, Mike decided not to get involved, but as the camera shifted, it revealed that he had brought the man back to the slums to care for him.
The audience chuckled, realizing they had misjudged Mike’s character. “Oh, Mike hides a kind heart under that rough exterior,” they murmured.
Mike tended to the Somerese man with great care, nursing him back to health. The young man, weak but alive, sat up in his bed, revealing the gruesome wounds on his body. He had been shot multiple times, the pain evident in his every move.
Mike watched in horror as the young man pulled a dagger from his boot and began picking the bullets out of his flesh. Shocked but unfazed, Mike quickly gathered medical supplies and helped the young man tend to his wounds.
Afterward, the Somerese man rested, his eyes closed in quiet reflection. Mike, sitting nearby and smoking a cigarette in the dim light, offered the man another cigarette and lit it for him.
“The name’s Mike Thorson. What’s yours?” Mike asked, his voice rough.
The young man took a drag from the cigarette and answered casually, “My name’s Nash.”
The revelation hit like a ton of bricks. “Wait, is that McNash?” someone in the audience gasped, realizing who the young man really was.
“McNash?” another person whispered. “From our country? No way!”
The whispers in the theater grew louder. “I need an autograph! I’ve got to meet him!” someone exclaimed.
As the film continued, months passed, and Nash recovered fully. He trained in boxing and eventually became Mike’s partner in the ring. Over time, he became Mike’s personal trainer, and his true identity was revealed. He had disguised himself as an elderly man to avoid being hunted by his enemies.
During every match Mike fought in, the audience would spot the old man clapping from the sidelines, cheering on the fighter he had helped to become a champion.
Hera, her hand still in Nash’s, looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and awe. Her small, soft fingers tightened around his hand. “Did you really get shot so many times?” she asked quietly, her voice tinged with both concern and wonder.
Nash, his gaze still on the screen, didn’t immediately answer. He simply gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, as if to say that some truths were better left untold.