Down on one knee, Lewis clutched his chest as blood trickled from his mouth onto the white deck.
Kiran came closer, the knife in his hand an eyesore. "I had to go through so much trouble just to end your life." Kiran grabbed Lewis by his collar and stared frostily at him.
The yacht operator kept looking back at them, feeling anxious when he saw Lewis in a pinch.
Lewis saw Kiran's menacing expression and burst out laughing, causing more blood to stream down his chin. "Kiran, you look hideous."
His words failed to provoke Kiran. Kiran smirked and said, "Don't worry. You'll look uglier than me in a moment. I'll dismember your torso and feed it to the fishes."
He had barely finished speaking when Lewis suddenly grasped his wrist and gripped hard.
Kiran frowned. He thrust Lewis aside, raised his knife, and stabbed at Lewis' neck.
Lewis rolled to dodge his attack. Then, he caught hold of a stool and smashed it at Kiran.
Kiran never expected him to retaliate. He subconsciously raised his arm to shield himself.
With a loud thud, the stool struck Kiran's arm and shattered into pieces, forcing Kiran a few steps back.
The impact from the hit was strong; his arm grew numb.
Three feet apart, both men were disheveled. The sea breeze ruffled their hair, and their coats flapped in the wind.
Lewis took off his trench coat, leaving on only a black shirt. He raised his hand and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, his frosty eyes fixed on Kiran.
Kiran also unbuttoned his suit and tightened his grip on his knife.
Meanwhile, Josephine woke up on the deck. In a daze, she opened her eyes. The first thing her senses perceived was the smell of blood. Then, she saw the two men confronting each other before her.
She tried to get up but fell back down, exhausted.
At the same time, Kiran pounced at Lewis, knife in hand. His eyes were savage, and his actions brutal.
He had only one thought in his mind, and it was to kill Lewis!
Although injured, Lewis was far from being at Kiran's mercy. They exchanged a few blows.
However, Kiran had a knife. Dodging him most of the time, Lewis waited for the opportunity to land a fatal blow.
Josephine watched them attack each other, terrified. Panic grew in her when she saw the blood on the corners of Lewis' mouth.
She tried to rise to her feet but failed at each attempt.
It never crossed Kiran's mind that Lewis could endure his blows though he was heavily injured. Gradually, Kiran grew impatient.
His strikes were lethal, but Lewis would dodge every single one of them.
Therefore, Kiran changed his methods. He knew where Lewis' injuries were, so he focused his attacks on those spots instead of trying to kill Lewis with a single blow.
Indeed, Lewis started to falter and was cornered to the edge.
Without hesitating, Kiran aimed for his neck.
Lewis leaned back and toppled into the ocean.
Josephine witnessed his fall, and her eyes slowly widened.
She opened her mouth and took a mouthful of sea breeze. However, the grief and dread within pushed through the sea breeze and formed a word, "Louie!"
The moment she yelled his name, Lewis suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Kiran's wrist.
Kiran was stunned momentarily. Before he could react, Lewis had already dragged him into the sea and hopped onboard the yacht, using him as leverage.
Kiran reacted swiftly, too; realizing he was falling into the sea, he hooked onto the yacht's edge with the tip of his shoes. Then, pushing against the bottom of the yacht with his arms, he flipped and rolled back onto the yacht.
With that movement, he came to face Josephine.
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