Alexâs expression turned colder. âWho sent you?â
Scarface scoffed. âDo you really want to know? Kneel down and slap yourself then. If you give me a
good show, I might consider telling you.â
Alex nodded. âHow about this? You kneel down and slap yourself a hundred times. Then, I might
consider letting you off easy.â
âWhat?â The thugs were confused as they thought they had heard wrong.
Before arriving, they heard that this guy was a good for nothing bloke. He wasnât even allowed to be
intimate with his own wife and he had to slave away for his mother-in-law.
How could someone as worthless as him dare to say such words to them?
Was he out of his mind?
âYouâve got some guts, Iâd give you that you brat. Looks like youâre going to have to say goodbye to
your lower half and your arms!â Scarface smirked cockily, raising the bat above his head, about to
smash Alexâs legs.
There was a loud thud followed by cracking.
The wooden bat smashed right into Alexâs shin and into two halves from the impact.
âAh! Stop!â Cheryl screamed out of terror.
However, something felt odd.
The thick bat was broken in half, yet Alex seemed oddly calm. He stood there, expressionless and not
moving a muscle. It was as if he couldnât feel pain at all.
Scarface was stunned as well.
He had broken numerous legs, yet none of them could endure the impact of the bat, let alone an
impact strong enough to break the bat in half.
Alex stood there, shifting his weight to his other leg.
He was overjoyed. The force his ancestor had given him did him well.
He wasnât talking about the attack power of this skill, but the incredible defense that it provided. It was
as if an invisible shield protected him from any attack.
As he was being attacked on the shin, a large flow of Chi rushed to it. As if it mirrored the attack, it
would protect that certain body part immediately without causing him any pain at all.
âYouâre unhurt?â Scarface was absolutely shocked.
âYeah, but youâre not going to be,â Alex said as he swung his leg towards Scarfaceâs shin, he attacked
the same spot where Scarface had attacked him.
With a loud crack, Scarfaceâs shin was fractured. A loud smack followed as Scarfaceâs face was
slapped and he fell to the ground.
âF*ck, letâs gang up on him!â The remaining thugs yelled, lunging towards Alex.
Alex was confident in himself. His eyes and mind were sharp, focusing on both protecting Cheryl and
taking down the enemy. He snatched one of their bats and started swinging vigorously at them. His
strength was immense, it was as if he was on a killing spree. The remaining hitmen yelped in pain, no
longer able to fight back.
Cheryl initially thought that she was done for earlier.
What she did not expect was Alexâs strength. Her eyes were filled with admiration.
When some of the thugs tried to harass her with their bats, he put himself between them as he fought
to protect her. This left an extremely strong impression on her.
âHey!â Alex poked Scarface on his fractured leg with a bat. âWho sent you to break my legs?â
Scarface refused to spill at first.
However, Alex put more pressure onto his fractured shin, invoking an intense pain. He wasnât able to
handle it anymore and pleaded, âPlease stop! Stop! Iâll confess, Iâll tell you! It was Spark Rockefeller
from Rockefeller Group!â
Alex felt extremely angry when he heard that name.
âYou motherf*cker. Iâm not even seeking revenge yet, and here you are trying to get at me?
âWell then, so be it. Iâll give you a life lesson too.â
âCall Spark now, tell him that youâve captured me, and a beauty!â