Louis sneered.
Nathan stood straight and his eyes looked like the stars in the sky.
He was a man who was attractive the more one looked at him.
As Louis scrutinized his hands, he noticed that Nathan's fingers were long and firm without callouses. He did not look like he was a trained fighter, or had done any manual labor in his life.
However, when Louis met his eyes, he was overcome with an inexplicable surge of fear.
Nathan's eyes were calm, like the lull of the ocean. There was not a hint of emotion in his eyes as he stared unwaveringly at Louis.
The latter's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
For some unknown reason, he felt an instinctive sense of danger when Nathan was in front of him and did not dare to
touch his revolver.
He gave his men a signal.
His men understood and growled at Nathan. They started attacking from all directions.
The man with a skull tattoo unsheathed a dagger and stabbed it at Nathan. He laughed viciously, "Die, brat!”
Before the dagger could touch Nathan, he had taken action.
Nathan grabbed the man's wrist, and the man's eyes widened in shock.
The former snapped his wrist cleanly in two.
"Argh!" the man howled in pain.
Meanwhile, Nathan had raised his right arm and slapped him across the face.
Slap!
The man spat a mouthful of blood and a few teeth out before flying into the
distance.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
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