Chapter 94: Are you a girl?
Dante finished what remained of his drink, then crushed the can and tossed it behind him. In the meantime, the teenagers seemed to come to a conclusion. Well, one would argue they only reacted to one of them being knocked to the floor, not considering any of the stuff they were just told.
"You Motherfucker..."
The first of them to move was the blond guy with the stubble. He pushed the girl whose company he was enjoying, got up from the coach, and walked to the front with hurried steps.
According to the reports, his name was Kevin Heywood. He was only a year or two younger than Dante, which made him the leader of the group by default. Seeing him take the lead, the others got a boost of confidence and prepared themselves.
"Think before you act," Dante said. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
With his rage reaching a critical point, Kevin dashed forward and raised his fist. Going by his speed and form, the guy clearly had his fair share of fights. His fist shot forward, aimed straight at Dante’s face, but then it slammed into something hard.
Dante blocked the coming fist with his left hand. It was a good punch, with quite a bit of force behind it, but it was nothing compared to the stuff Dante was used to. Watching the look on his face warp, Dante clasped his fingers around the blond one’s fist and shifted his body, pulling him down. At the same time, his right hand clenched and shot up.
The impact sounded through the square, followed by a weak groan. Keven’s body bent, his feet rising off the floor. It wasn’t just a punch he took to the gut. It felt more like a sledgehammer swung at full force, the impact from its strike reverberating through his body, shaking his organs, and banishing strength out of him.