Pockmark was kicked squarely, his body flung to the ground like a ragdoll, coughing up blood profusely, almost vomiting out last night’s dinner!
“Pockmark!” Several of his henchmen rushed to help him up.
Quentin stood there quietly, his eagle eyes scanning over them, and he said in a deep voice, “Get lost, call your boss from behind, you’re not qualified enough.”
Pockmark climbed up, glaring fiercely at Quentin, “Damn it, do you think you’re worthy enough to meet our boss? Brothers, get him, beat him to death! If something goes wrong, I’ll take the blame!”
Upon hearing Pockmark’s words, the others showed a fierce glint in their eyes, brandishing folding knives and advancing towards Quentin, their demeanor truly intimidating.
Emery turned pale with fear, “Quentin, let’s just forget about it, okay? I’ll acknowledge the debt, I’ll pay! They really dare to play for real!”
Before Pockmark brought him back, he personally witnessed how a gambler who owed the casino hundreds of thousands had his arm chopped off…
It was a gruesome scene! Just thinking about it made him shudder.
Moreover, he also knew that the boss behind the casino had an extensive network, reigning supreme in the underground world of Stresall. How could they possibly be opponents?
Pockmark sneered, “There’s no use begging for mercy.”
“And you haven’t even bothered to inquire about my name, Pockmark. If you dare to touch me, today I won’t leave without putting a few holes in you. I’ve wasted my time!”
As he spoke, several people had already accelerated their pace, rushing towards Quentin, gripping their knives tightly and aiming straight for his vital spots!
Quentin didn’t even care about these small fries, he didn’t move his feet, his hands flashed like lightning, moving so fast they couldn’t even see clearly.
There were several screams!
All their knives fell to the ground, as they grabbed their arms and wailed in pain.
“Put a few holes in me?” Quentin chuckled disdainfully, flicking a folding knife from the ground with his toe.
He waved his hand to fling away the henchmen, striding towards Pockmark, the killing intent in his eyes making Pockmark tremble with fear, retreating step by step.
“Don’t come any closer! I warn you, if you come any closer, you’re dead!”
“I won’t come over, how else can I put a few holes in you?” Quentin laughed lightly, the knife in his hand instantly stabbing out, causing Pockmark to scream in agony, blood pouring from two holes on his shoulders, twisting his face in pain…
“It’s over-”
Emery shuddered all over. Although Pockmark was a thug, the people behind him were not to be trifled with…
Didn’t Quentin’s actions greatly offend Pockmark?
If Pockmark’s backer got angry, Quentin’s fate would be extremely miserable.
But at this point, what else could he do?
“Speak up, who’s behind you?” Quentin held the blood-stained knife, pressing on.
Pockmark’s face was full of anger, “Do you even deserve to know my boss’s name?”
Quentin turned the knife in his hand, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes.
Pockmark’s Adam’s apple rolled, quickly changing his tune, “My boss is Mr. Hinton. You should have heard of Mr. Hinton’s reputation!”
“I’m one of Mr. Hinton’s trusted men. If you dare to touch me, you’re as good as dead.”
“Oh, really?” Quentin smirked, “I really dare.”
He flicked his finger, and the folding knife turned into a cold light, piercing through Pockmark’s knee! The latter screamed in pain, kneeling on one leg…
The other henchmen were also quite frightened. After all their years in this business, it was the first time they had heard someone being so bold in the face of Mr. Hinton’s name…
And with their skills, they were utterly useless in front of Quentin!
Quentin raised his hands, his stern face revealing a hint of coldness, “I’ll give you a chance to live, take me to see Mr. Hinton.”