His Stunning Doctor Wife novel Chapter 892

The roar of numerous footsteps echoed from the floor below.

An enraged group of people rushed into the bar. Uttering a single warcry, they swiftly and deftly pinned down all the guards in the bar. "Who dares to mess with Brother Fade? Who so desperately wants to die!"

"What's going on?" Brother Yim's demeanor changed as the scenario unfolded itself before him.

At that instant, the guard standing near the window, and he said in a quivering voice, "Oh, no! Boss, we're finished. Look..."

Brother Yim then looked out of the window, and the others followed suit. Everyone froze when at the scene that lay beyond the window.

The flourishing streets were packed with people. Hundreds and thousands of people gathered in front of the bar, shouting, "Brother Fade, Brother Fade!"

"This..." All of a sudden, the colour drained from everyone's faces.

The waiter's legs gave out as his fear got the better of him. He stammered to Brock, "Boss, w-

we..."

Brock gritted his teeth and shouted indifferently, "So what if there's a crowd? I have been through all kinds of ordeals. Today, I'll show them what true strength is."

Finishing his speech, Brock let out a roar and smashed his fist towards Fade.

Feeling Brock's advance, Fade's eyes narrowed slightly with surprise. Brock's strength was a bit greater than he anticipated. He actually possessed the strength of the middle stage of Black Level.

For a martial arts expert of this level to come to Dragonville as a gangster boss, Fade can't help but feel strange about it.

This whim, this musing, however, did not affect Fade's decisiveness in his counterattack.

In the face of Brock's unwavering fist, Fade extended his hand in a claw, firmly grasping Brock's fist.

While Brock was still in a daze, Fade followed up with a deft twist. Brock's arm was promptly contorted at an inhuman angle, accompanied by a loud, unsettling pop, giving everyone goosebumps.

Brock, despite being burly let out an agonizing shriek. The veins on his forehead bulged as though on the verge of bursting.

"Ah, you, let go of me. My, my master is Kenny Teh! He won't show you mercy once he hears of this. You..." Brock yelled.

Not waiting for him to finish, Fade threw him off of the first floor and smashed him into the dance floor below. He passed out instantly.

Meanwhile, the crowd surrounded the bar. Everyone in the bar has more or less been brought under control.

The waiters and guards, cocky as they were earlier, now hung their heads low. Their bodies shook uncontrollably as they appeared to be frightened beyond belief.

The waiter earlier, in particular, was so terrified that a stream of urine started trickling between his quivering thighs.

Fade waved his hand, signaling for him to be thrown out.

Then, he shifted his gaze to Derick and Gentry and demanded, "I asked you to drink in apology. Why did you stop? Did you want to retaliate?"

Derick and Gentry swept their eyes over the crowd of at least a hundred strong in the bar. They shook their heads quickly and stuttered, "No, no."

"Then what are you waiting for? Drink up!" Fade bellowed.

"Yes, yes!" Derick and Gentry hurriedly picked up the bottles, bringing it to their lips and started chugging.

As they gulped the wine down with gusto, the inebriated duo's eyes started glazing over.