Chapter 1916
Each of Zeke’s men wore expressions of disdain and viciousness. One shouted, “Big Z, do it already! Take that punk out first!”
“And that stuck-up bitch too. So what if she’s from Blumedale? This is Verhampton Valley, and we don’t back down from anyone!”
Another chimed in, “There are over 100 of us! Hell, even if we all just spit on them, we could drown these little nobodies!”
The gang burst into boisterous laughter, completely unhinged and fearless.
Chantelle’s face was ice cold, and she opened her mouth to speak.
However, Andrew gently tugged her back and stepped forward. “There’s no point talking to them. And really, what’s there to say to a bunch of low-life thugs like these? In places like this, fists speak louder than words. Watch Hank, and wait for me right here.”
With that, Andrew walked toward the crowd of over 100 gang members alone. His figure looked thin, small, and vulnerable in comparison, like he didn’t stand a chance.
With every step he took, his presence grew stronger, heavier. He was like a beast charging downhill. He broke into a full sprint, barreling toward the mob with unstoppable force.
One man going up against 100? Even Eric, Hank, and Cole could not help but watch, eyes locked on the scene. After all, fighting one versus 100 was no joke.
Zeke gritted his teeth. “Take that cocky bastard out! Kill him!”
He backed off to the rear, puffing on his cigarette while watching intently.
Zeke’s men roared. They were not just for show and were truly ruthless. They swung their blades and charged straight at Andrew without hesitation.
In Verhampton Valley, Zeke was king for a reason. He ruled by fear; his men did not fear death and were always ready to fight dirty.
Nonetheless, there was a rule in this world: cowards feared the fearless, the fearless feared the insane.
Meanwhile, the insane feared one thing only: gods.
To these street thugs, Andrew was not just a monster. He was a living god. Wherever his fists landed, bodies hit the ground.
In the center of the chaos, Andrew launched a 360-degree spinning kick; his leg sliced through the air like a blade.
Screams erupted like firecrackers as about seven men went flying, their teeth shattered, rolling on the ground in agony.
Andrew’s expression was calm and focused. He threw a sharp punch forward, straight into the path of an axe-wielding thug. The man’s weapon snapped on impact, the broken blade slicing back into his own arm, and he howled in agony.
Hiding behind a truck, Zeke could not stop his eyelid from twitching. “Damn… This kid’s got some real skill. Keep going. Don’t stop!”
Andrew tore through them like a wrecking ball, toppling one thug after another. Anyone unlucky enough to catch one of his punches did not just fall; they left with broken bones or shattered joints.
Chapter 1916 +25 BONUS
It felt like he was casually cleaning up a beginner’s zone in a video game, far too easy to be satisfying. He cracked his neck, stretched a little, then decided he had had enough fun.
He snatched an axe midair and brought it down gently, just enough to rest the blade right on the neck of a long-faced thug.
“Get lost. Or I swear, you’ll all die right here.”
His voice boomed like thunder, and his eyes gleamed with the fierceness of a wild beast.
The remaining thugs completely lost their nerve. They dropped their weapons, stumbled backward, and bolted like terrified animals.
The guy under the axe, the one with the long face, trembled where he stood, sobbing. “Please don’t kill me, sir. I’m begging you… I surrender!”
Andrew smacked the flat side of the axe across his head, splitting his scalp open with a gush of blood. However, he spared his life. The man dropped to his knees in gratitude, repeating his thanks before scrambling away, scared.
Meanwhile, Zeke leaned against the hood of his SUV, still trying to act cool with a cigarette dangling from his lips.