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Alves still had a generous amount of mirth sitting in his face...

Reap! Sweep! Alves suddenly felt a great force hit him from inside. It was as though he was hit by a big rock from the inside. As though his inside was crushed by a big tyre of a long truck. Not only was the effect sudden, but it was painful, it hurt so badly... so badly that Alves puked blood.

"Ow... Ow..."

Alves couldn't tell what was happening. This wasn't what he had asked for. Why the hell was this happening to him? He couldn't tell. He didn't even have enough time to wonder and ponder about it.

He had thrown up another cup of blood, this time, a little thick and ball type. More like a clot.

"What the f--fuck is happening to me?"

Alves was having a great trouble putting together his words. It was at that moment that he realised that making words only didn't come from the brain, other parts of the body down there do the job while the lips and brain take the credit for it.

He was hanging in the air like a corpse,