Raven's expression turned grim. Is he that ruthless?
“Murder! Murder!”
The onlookers thought they were just watching a fight breaking out on the streets. However, they quickly scattered when they realized people's lives were at stake.
Gerard clutched his stomach and wailed on the floor.
Other thugs gathered around after hearing the commotion. All of them cast wary glances at Donald.
“Brat, where are you from?”
Raven was taken aback by Donald's ruthlessness.
He had heard that it was not peaceful in Pollerton lately, and he was afraid that he might be down on his luck that day.
“Falport Street.”
“Falport Street?” Raven mumbled. He thought that the name rang a bell. However, he couldn't seem to place which gang the brutal young man was from.
Just when he was racking his brain, Raven noticed the signboard by the roadside that read: Falport Street.
Isn't that just this street's name?
Raven's face sank as he chided, “How dare you toy with me, brat! Go on, finish him!”
A group of thugs wielding a multitude of weapons launched at Donald right away.
However, they were not even War Gods, to begin with. Hence, they were nothing on Donald.
With a few slashes, Donald managed to knock them all to the ground. To teach them a lesson, Donald crippled one of their hands each.
Raven was not dumb. He knew that he had met a formidable opponent when he saw that his lackeys were brought down so easily.
He turned around and intended to flee the scene. However, Donald was a step ahead of Raven and seized him.
“Look, we're both just trying to make our way around here. Just spare me some dignity—”
Slap!
Before Raven could finish, Donald slapped him right across his face.
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