Chapter 65 : My hands Hurt Help me take a shower
Whoosh!
Boom!
"Fuck!"
The thug in front barely registered the blur of movement before a powerful kick slammed into his abdomen. His pupils constricted as his brain barely caught up, attempting to twist away.
But he had underestimated the strength of the man before him.
Before he could react, the devastating force of the kick connected, slicing through the air with a terrifying whoosh before sending him flying into the alley wall.
Boom!
A thunderous impact echoed through the alley, followed by a scream of pure agony. The thug's body crashed against the bricks with a sickening crunch, sending cracks through the wall as chunks of debris rained down.
He collapsed onto the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. His chest heaved, his breath ragged, and from the way his torso caved slightly, it was clear—his ribs were shattered.
The other gang members felt the shockwave from the kick. The sheer power that had been unleashed in front of them sent a jolt of reality through their system.
They snapped out of their stupor, staring wide-eyed at their fallen companion, who now lay crumpled like a broken doll. Then, rage boiled over.