Hudson closed his eyes, the cigarette clamped between his lips. The veins at his temples bulged, and cold sweat rolled down the side of his face.
Arthur stood nearby, catching a glimpse of his profile. His heart skipped a beat.
"Boss..."
Hudson raised a hand, cutting him off.
After a long while, the men in the water began to surface one by one.
"Boss, nothing. The water is too deep, and there's an undercurrent. They might have been swept away."
Hudson put out his cigarette. "Let's head back."
The moment the car door shut, his hands began to shake.
Arthur caught it in the rearview mirror. His chest tightened as he quickly grabbed a bottle of water from the console and handed it back.
"Boss, should I call Dr. Harrison?"
Hudson took the bottle, twisted the cap off, and downed a heavy gulp. The ice-cold liquid slid down his throat, but it did nothing to quench the fire churning in his chest.
"Call him."
Liam arrived to find Hudson submerged in a bathtub full of ice.
He checked Hudson's pulse, his brow instantly furrowing.
"Heart rate is too fast."
He dug a syringe out of his medical kit and injected a sedative into Hudson's vein. "You can't take any more stimulation right now. The ice water won't help; it's just making you more wired."
Liam thought for a moment. "He needs to burn off the excess energy."
Arthur stared blankly. "How?"
"Fight. Get in the ring. Beat someone down until he has nothing left in the tank."
Arthur fell silent for a beat. "Alright. I'll arrange it."
...
The underground boxing gym.
The air was thick with the smell of sweat and rust.
Hudson stood in the center of the ring, shirtless, sweat rolling down the sharp lines of his muscles.
He rolled his neck, the joints popping with a harsh crack.

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