Standing high above, he looked down at the three n.
He extended his foot, using the toe of his shoe to hook the chin of the man furthest to the side, forcing him to look up.
He wore gleaming black leather shoes, the tips slightly hard, pressing against the man’s adam’s apple, making him extrely uncomfortable.
The great height difference between the two made the situation even more humiliating.
The man was only in his twenties, the pri of his youth, and could not accept such an ant-like posture. A ruthless glimr flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly grabbed onto the leg and lunged upward.
Koa Jackson hooked his calf and struck his knee directly against the man’s nose, seizing the mont the man let out an "ah" and crouched down holding his head. He kicked diagonally, hitting him squarely on the back of the head. The man went "thud" and disorientedly collapsed to the ground on his knees.
All this happened within re seconds, and the others ca to their senses—
Koa Jackson used his shoe tip to turn the man’s face, then stepped on it unceremoniously.
With the toe as the center, he ground it heavily on his face twice.
Leaning down, he sneered coldly, "Want to try again?"
"Cough cough!" The man had no trace of defiance left, struggling to breathe from his mouth and nose under Koa’s foot, gasping, "No more, big brother, please have rcy."
He was a fighter.
But living for so many years, he had never seen soone fight like this.
Dealing with people using just a leg.
Not even using a fist from start to finish.
It’s so damn bullying.
The man thought angrily, then heard Koa Jackson’s low voice, "Beg for rcy again once inside."
He quickly raised his head and collided with Koa Jackson’s cold, deep, black eyes.
His heart suddenly leaped.
His face showed hesitation.
Koa Jackson noticed the rapid changes in his expression.
Montarily stunned, he lowered his gaze and studied him carefully, suddenly asking, "Do you know the girl inside?"
"No, don’t know, don’t know."
The man below his foot hadn’t said a word yet, but the other two behind him vehently denied it.
"Why target her?"
"This..."
The three n’s eyes beca evasive.
They got a bit scared.
They were only here for money, but now the job was bungled. Forget the money, they might end up jailed for years.
What should they do?
The man under Koa’s foot, slightly older than the other three, quickly contemplated.
The pain he’s enduring grew worse.
Koa Jackson seed to apply all his weight onto that one foot, leaning forward, staring at him again, "I’ll ask one more ti, why target her?"
"We..."
"Speak the truth!"
Koa Jackson intensified his voice, the foot on his cheek suddenly shifted to his neck.
The hard leather shoe tip seed to press into the man’s throat.
With just a bit more force, he could pierce through the skin below his neck.
This scene seed quite miserable to others watching.
One man behind Koa quickly said, "We were under orders, not our intention, really not our intention."
Silence fell in the room for a second.
Koa Jackson withdrew his foot, and turned to stand upright.
Looking down at him.
The man who spoke earlier was kicked a few tis, recalling the pain, hastily continued, "We don’t know much, but apparently it was a miss who regularly visits our bar, having a good ti with Brother Lee."
"Miss?" Everyone in the room was startled.
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