Rise Of The Supreme General

CHAPTER 62

The first thug lunged at Adam, throwing a punch aimed at his jaw. Adam sidestepped smoothly, his movements fluid and precise. Before the thug could react, Adam slammed an open palm into his chest. The man gasped, his ribs cracking under the force, and he flew backward, crashing into a table.

The crowd gasped.

The other mercenaries exchanged glances, momentarily stunned. But they quickly recovered, spreading out to attack Adam from all sides.

Two came at him simultaneously—one swinging a baton toward his ribs, the other aiming a kick at his head.

Adam ducked under the baton, twisting his body to avoid the kick, and retaliated with a brutal uppercut that shattered the kicker’s jaw. The man crumpled to the floor, groaning in pain.

Without missing a beat, Adam caught the baton mid-swing, yanked it out of the thug’s hand, and used it to deliver a vicious blow to his knee. The man screamed, collapsing as his leg gave out.

“Three down,” Adam said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.