Lẹ́bẹ́: The Final Act finally!
The third and last book in this volume of the Lẹ́bẹ́ series is out – finally!
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Lanre nodded. Calculator raised the baton and brought it down, slicing the air with it.
Lanre smacked Kolo across the face with a left fist, splitting his cheek and drawing blood. Kolo swung a backhand – Lanre ducked underneath it and gave a rapid one-two punch to the side, danced backwards from an uppercut – and caught a devastating punch to the chest.
He slammed into the wall and barely threw his hands up to ward off another heavy punch. Fending off a second one with his left forearm, he delivered a punch to the jaw. It wasn’t at full strength given his position, but it was heavy enough to push Kolo back. A second one sent him staggering.
Regaining his balance, Lanre moved in on Kolo, leading with a hard right to the body and following with a two-handed blow to the head. Kolo staggered, shook his head and smiled. The crowd cheered, screaming and patting each other on the back. Lanre could hear some of them placing bets and grinned wryly.
Such was the life in prison. Live now.
A quick punch from Kolo set Lanre’s head ringing. He staggered back and spat, noting the red in his spit. He tasted blood in his mouth, and he weaved backwards, working for some space. He realized Kolo punched technically instead of relying on brute strength, a sign of his; Lanre’s training. He grinned again.
The fight was going to be tough.
Kolo threw a punch towards Lanre’s head. It looked like a feint, so he ignored it and focused on the other hand. Sure enough, his second hand flew towards Lanre’s groin and would have done considerable damage had it landed. He blocked it with his elbow, caught Kolo’s wrist, and pulled him forward into a clothesline.
The bigger man did not go down.
He bent over however, hacking and coughing, trying to get air through a bruised windpipe. As Lanre drew nearer, he suddenly rushed him about the knees and straightened, bringing Lanre crashing down on his back. He hit the floor with the back of his head and for a moment, sight and sound were stars and bells ringing.
That moment, however brief was enough for Kolo. Sitting astride Lanre, he slammed punch after punch into the upturned face. The first one hit his left cheek, the second was knocked away, the third hit his forehead, and the fourth –
The fourth never landed.
Lanre turned his head – and Kolo slammed his hand into concrete. There was a sound of something breaking, along with Kolo’s scream. Mustering all his upper torso strength, Lanre sat up and upended Kolo. He bounced to his feet and moved back, giving the man room to stand.
“E don do you?” he asked as Kolo struggled to his knees and then, his feet, cradling his hurt hand. It was clear the hand was not joining the fight anytime soon; it was already its original size and a half.
Calculator came between the two, looked at the hand, and then at Kolo. “Can you continue?”
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