Chapter 408: Sowing Discord
Eric could hear their heavy breathing, a mix of adrenaline and growing terror. They were beginning to fear him. Sensing his advantage, Eric inched toward the passage exit. In one swift motion, he hurled a stun baton toward the cluster of men.
The group scrambled in panic, a flurry of movement as they fired blindly. Eric seized the moment, returning fire with precision. His bullets found their targets, drawing screams and chaos. Smoke and the acrid stench of gunpowder thickened the air.
Despite his skill, Eric’s ammunition soon ran dry. The dust settled, and only two bodyguards remained standing. Both were imposing, their towering frames further emphasized by their Country W heritage. At nearly six-foot-three, they loomed over Eric’s six-foot stance.
The larger of the two sneered, his expression twisted with rage. "You bastard! You killed so many of our brothers!" he snarled.
"Kill him!" the other bellowed, rushing forward.
They thought Eric was finished, worn down and unarmed. They were wrong.
As the first guard lunged, Eric sidestepped, grabbing his arm and wrenching it with brutal force. A sickening crack echoed as the man’s shoulder dislocated. His agonized screams pierced the air.
The second guard threw a punch, but Eric narrowly dodged, the blow grazing his face and sending a sharp jolt through his jaw. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as a thin stream trickled from his lips.
Eric retaliated, his leg sweeping low and fast. His target flinched, realizing too late the attack was aimed at his most vulnerable area. As he stumbled back in pain, Eric’s fist connected with his head, dropping him like a sack of bricks.