Kyle laughed. Hard. "Exactly. Are you even listenin' to what yer sayin'? Guess nobody suspects a fool 'till he opens his damn mouth." Kyle bit back, mocking Wilsons' accent, his words filled with sarcasm and venom.

"How many people have you killed? Two? One was vehicular slaughter. One was beating a woman to death." He chuckled. "You have barely any experience."

"Besides...None of your punches will matter when there's a shiv in your fucking neck." Kyle said.
"Go. Fight. Good luck n shit. Only cause I want to be the one to kill you myself." He muttered under his breath.