“Damn, you dare to hit me?”
As soon as the other thugs saw Quentin’s moves, they charged forward. Quentin darted past them with lightning speed.
His actions were so fast that they couldn’t even see him clearly.
The sounds of heavy collisions echoed through the air.
In under five seconds, all the thugs were on the ground with their hands pressed against their stomachs, retching.
Rashad was completely stunned. Quentin’s martial skills were more exaggerated than those of the martial arts stars on TV.
“Tell the boss behind you to come here.” Quentin kicked one of the thugs and put a cigarette to his lips.
He looked composed but his demeanor was commanding.
“You… just wait!”
One of the thugs quickly pulled out his phone.
They couldn’t be considered real gangsters, at best they were small-time bullies who harassed ordinary people on the streets.
In this situation, they could only wait for their boss to come and save face.
“You have five minutes.” Quentin sneered.
In less than three minutes, a young man wearing a trench coat with his shirt unbuttoned, accompanied by several intimidating men, burst into the shop.
As soon as he stepped in, he kicked a table over.
“Who the hell dared to mess with me on my territory? This is my territory, and my boss is Zaire! Do you know Zaire?”
“Who threw the first punch? Get out here!” Tarzan bellowed fiercely. His presence was intimidating.
The frightened customers turned white. They knew this guy very well, and that he controlled a few streets in this area.
He was known for bullying and causing trouble.
He had excellent fighting skills and he had trained several good fighters under him.
No one dared to cross him.
“Tarzan?” Quentin’s expression turned cold as he turned his chair around and stood slowly.
He flicked the cigarette butt to the ground.
“Your boss is Zaire?”
“You…” When Tarzan saw Quentin’s face, he gasped in surprise.
It was him?
His left arm was still throbbing!
One of Tarzan’s thugs cursed at Quentin, “Our boss, Tarzan, is backed by the famous Zaire! Who do you think you are, you piece of shit?”
Slap! Before he could even finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.
Tarzan glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
“Shut up!”
“Huh?”
The thug was confused. “Tarzan, why did you hit me?”
Tarzan gave him two more slaps.
“Idiot! In front of this big shot, even Zaire has to show him respect. Why are you being so arrogant? Kneel down and apologize!”
He kicked the thug’s knee, and he immediately knelt down.
Tarzan wiped the sweat from his forehead, walking over to Quentin with trembling legs.
“Sir, I didn’t know you were here…”
“I’m sorry. Please let it go. I didn’t mean to disrespect you earlier…”
That day, Quentin had single-handedly defeated over a hundred people, like a god of war.
How could he not be afraid?
“Are you Zaire’s lackeys?”
Quentin raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, yes!” Tarzan broke out in a cold sweat.
“Isn’t the last lesson I gave you enough?” Quentin’s tone turned icy, and his oppressive aura descended upon Tarzan, who felt like a huge boulder was crushing his chest, making him spew a mouthful of blood…
Thump!
He immediately knelt down!
“Please spare me, please spare me!” He was trembling all over, his teeth chattering.
The surrounding people were all in shock.
Who was this guy? Even the street bully Tarzan had knelt down and begged for mercy?
“Now that you’re here, don’t come for nothing.” Quentin lifted his foot and lightly tapped the other’s arm.
Tarzan’s entire arm was broken, revealing a gnarled and bloody bone.
The pain made him grit his teeth.
But he didn’t dare make a sound.
“Break your arm as a punishment, will you accept it?”
Tarzan replied immediately, “Of course!”
Being able to keep his life was already a stroke of luck.
Quentin’s eyes flickered for a moment, “There is one more condition…”