Chapter 56 Can’t Take a Hit


    The mob crowding around Daniel, eager to fight, was armed to the teeth. Some had daggers, some had long knives, <b>and </b>others had stun batons… you name it, they were carrying it. Each wielded a weapon tailored to theirbat style, all designed to maximize the lethality of their attacks.


    The disciples of the ck Panther Club were primarily tasked with protecting their nightclubs; hence, Justin trained them in real–worldbat techniques, devoid of any <b>ir </b>for showmanship. Their strikes were deadly, intended to finish fights with fatality, and they were well–practiced in delivering killer blows.


    Whoosh! A de shed.


    A towering figure lunged at Daniel from behind, arge knife cascading down at a 45–degree angle aimed at decapitating him with one clean swipe at the neck. Daniel raised his left arm to block–the sharp knife


    struck his arm with a heavy thud.


    The knife didn’t cut through. Instead, the weapon intended–to sever his arm shattered into two pieces- the broken half fell ttering to the ground while the perpetrator stood dumbfounded. Was <b>this </b><b>guy’s </b>arm even harder than a metal–forged weapon?


    Wasting no time, Daniel countered with <b>a </b>kick to the belly, sending the would–be assant flying across


    the room. As the othersunched their attacks simultaneously, Daniel moved with a flurry of punches and kicks, felling dozens in under three minutes. None of their weapons remained intact, and even the least


    injured among them had at least one twisted arm. That was Daniel’s lesson for them.


    Albert was dumbstruck. He knew thebat capabilities of these men, one was enough to keep an entire club in check, and collectively they could <b>take </b>on dozens of brawlers. Yet, this neer, this country bumpkin, singlehandedly beat them all?


    Daniel approached Albert. “Did you say Justin is your dad?”


    “What… what do you want?”


    “Since Justin’s your dad, he should know about our conversation. You’ve got three days to move out. If


    the ck Panther Club still hasn’t vacated Windows Street by then, things won’t be as simple as today.”


    “Motherfucker, just because my dad ain’t here, doesn’t mean you cane here bullshiting! I’m telling


    you, we won’t move an inch! Before today, TMO just needed to give us another billion to move out, but


    now, since you’ve injured so many of us, you’re going topensate for our losses. TMO better pay up another hundred billion! Otherwise, when my dad returns, we’re going to lead tens of thousands to TMO


    and tten them, obliterate The Matthews!”


    “Oh! You sure know how to talk crap, huh? Oh yeah, I remember now, you have a mouth foul as a public toilet. What was it you said earlier? After sleeping with Brittany, you want to go for my Jessica? My Jessica is a noble queen, high above the reach of trash like you. Since your dad isn’t here to talk business, I’ll take the liberty of educating his son on his behalf.”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    With a powerful kick, Daniel sent Albert tumbling to the ground and then picked up the kettle of boiling


    water.