Just as he spoke, Adam pulled up a chair and sat down as if he was the host.
Then, he grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass. Taking a sip, he squinted his eyes and commented, "The wine is good!"
Insolence!
Impudence!
Before Thomas even said anything, one of his followers, George, couldn't stand it any longer.
Banging the table, he pointed at Adam and bellowed, "Who do you think you are to make a fuss in Thomas' territory. Do you want to leave this place in a coffin?"
Swirling the wine in his glass, Adam smirked at George.
Peeved by his reaction, George shouted back, "What are you staring at? Are you looking for a fight?"
Adam called out casually, "Cobra!
At his cue, the two-meter-tall Cobra sprang into action.
Swoosh!
All George could see was a shadowy figure flashing by. The next moment, he was stupefied to see Cobra standing right in front of him.
Without waiting for George to react, Cobra seized George's head with his outstretched fingers as if it was a basketball.
As he tightened his grip, the crushing pressure caused George to struggle vehemently in pain.
Shocked to see what was unfolding before him, Thomas demanded, "Let go!"
However, Cobra let out a diabolical smile instead, exposing a mouthful of white teeth. Digging his nails into George's head, Cobra gave it a final squeeze and crushed it like a watermelon. The next moment, George's head exploded into mush, with his bloody brain matter splattering everywhere.
Thomas was livid.
Meanwhile, the rest of the guests couldn't help but scream in fear when they saw how terrifying the black man was.
Some of Thomas' outraged subordinates roared as they charged at Cobra to avenge George.
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