Chapter 8 Task
"Damn it! What are you idiots standing around for, beat him up for me!"
Don't think your height of six feet is for nothing. Growing up in a single-parent family, you were bullied by many kids and hooligans around you. Fighting was a common occurrence.
Fighting is all about seizing the initiative, striking first, and hitting hard and fast. You absolutely can't give the other person a chance to fight back!
As the young punk started to curse, you pushed Zhaor away and stepped forward quickly, kicking the blond punk who had just gotten up from the ground.
Although you were stronger than before, taking on six people was definitely tough. Moreover, these guys usually carried knives in their pockets, and getting stabbed would be a big problem. After all, you didn't want to end up in the hospital at this time.
The blond punk was kicked over by you again, and then you pounced on him like a hungry wolf, sitting on top of him and fiercely pummeling his face. After a dozen punches, each blow landing solidly, the blond punk wailed and begged for mercy.
While beating up the blond punk, you completely ignored the punches and kicks from the five behind you. The harder they hit, the heavier your punches became!
"Big brother, big brother! Stop hitting me, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
As the blond punk cried out, the other five stopped their assault. When they realized their boss had been beaten to a pulp, they looked at each other in disbelief. They had been out on the streets for some time and had never seen such a reckless way of fighting.
"Wrong?"
The pain in your back made you grimace, your eyes wide and fierce as if you were about to devour someone.