Doberman and his gang looked at each other in disbelief.
He glowered at Nathan. "So you sought us out on purpose! Hounds, get him! We shall avenge Terrier!"
Wolfhound, with a dagger in his hand, was the first to lunge towards Nathan. "Have a taste of my blade!" he roared, as the dagger went straight for Nathan's torso.
The crowd gasped in fright while Kylie shrieked, "Nathan, watch out!"
Nathan raised his arm, wrapped his hand around Wolfhound's dagger-holding wrist, and twisted it lightly.
And just like that, Wolfhound's wrist bone snapped with a loud, chilling crack just as his screams penetrated the air.
Two other gang members rushed towards Nathan. He lifted his leg and gave a few swift kicks.
The kicks landed on both their faces and they fell backwards with loud thuds.
The gang members were no match for Nathan at all. They came, he incapacitated.
And soon enough, Doberman was the last man standing.
Doberman growled in anger and leapt towards Nathan.
Nathan lifted his hand and smacked Doberman right across his face.
This slap of Nathan's struck as hard as a thunderous bolt of lightning.
A loud clap erupted!
Just imagine a lightning bolt striking a tree. No matter how sturdy and large the tree was, it still wouldn't be able to withstand that kind of force. And that was exactly how it was for Doberman.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth as his whole body flew a few feet away before falling heavily onto the ground.
The crowd was in great shock. They stared at the seemingly quiet and reserved man who turned out to be ruthless and lethal.
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