Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Can’t Take a Hit

The mob crowding around Daniel, eager to fight, was armed to the teeth. Some had daggers, some had long knives, and others had stun batons… you name it, they were carrying it. Each wielded a weapon tailored to their combat style, all designed to maximize the lethality of their attacks.

The disciples of the Black Panther Club were primarily tasked with protecting their nightclubs; hence, Justin trained them in real–world combat techniques, devoid of any flair for showmanship. Their strikes were deadly, intended to finish fights with fatality, and they were well–practiced in delivering killer blows.

Whoosh! A blade flashed.

A towering figure lunged at Daniel from behind, a large knife cascading down at a 45–degree angle aimed at decapitating him with one clean swipe at the neck. Daniel raised his left arm to block–the sharp knife

struck his arm with a heavy thud.

The knife didn’t cut through. Instead, the weapon intended–to sever his arm shattered into two pieces- the broken half fell clattering to the ground while the perpetrator stood dumbfounded. Was this guy’s arm even harder than a metal–forged weapon?

Wasting no time, Daniel countered with a kick to the belly, sending the would–be assailant flying across

the room. As the others launched their attacks simultaneously, Daniel moved with a flurry of punches and kicks, felling dozens in under three minutes. None of their weapons remained intact, and even the least

injured among them had at least one twisted arm. That was Daniel’s lesson for them.

Albert was dumbstruck. He knew the combat capabilities of these men, one was enough to keep an entire club in check, and collectively they could take on dozens of brawlers. Yet, this newcomer, this country bumpkin, singlehandedly beat them all?

Daniel approached Albert. “Did you say Justin is your dad?”

“What… what do you want?”

“Since Justin’s your dad, he should know about our conversation. You’ve got three days to move out. If

the Black Panther Club still hasn’t vacated Windows Street by then, things won’t be as simple as today.”

“Motherfucker, just because my dad ain’t here, doesn’t mean you can come here bullshiting! I’m telling

you, we won’t move an inch! Before today, TMO just needed to give us another billion to move out, but

now, since you’ve injured so many of us, you’re going to compensate for our losses. TMO better pay up another hundred billion! Otherwise, when my dad returns, we’re going to lead tens of thousands to TMO

and flatten them, obliterate The Matthews!”

“Oh! You sure know how to talk crap, huh? Oh yeah, I remember now, you have a mouth foul as a public toilet. What was it you said earlier? After sleeping with Brittany, you want to go for my Jessica? My Jessica is a noble queen, high above the reach of trash like you. Since your dad isn’t here to talk business, I’ll take the liberty of educating his son on his behalf.”

With a powerful kick, Daniel sent Albert tumbling to the ground and then picked up the kettle of boiling

water.