The trust of the punch pushed me back a meter or two. It was the hardest punch in the world that I had ever felt. I got up straight away. The guy in the mask that had punched me was putting his hand in one of his coat pocket and pulled something that looked extraordinarily like a mini dagger. My friend asked me what it was and I replied with the same answer he asked me. The masked guys weapon broke  in half mysteriously. He asked his friend if he could fix it and he said “but how would I know…”

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