“Come on now, get up.”

The young port mafia executive removed his foot away from your stomach. A grin was upon his lips, the tone he spoke in was harsh yet had a caring undertone.

Your body was slightly bleeding and a couple of bruises and wounds were evident, due to the training he gave you.

He then extended his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“Here. Training’s over for today.”

He chuckled slightly. Acting as if he didn’t beat you up a moment ago.