Chapter 72:

The gang men looked amongst themselves like Ron had a mental problem or was just blind that he couldn’t see that he was terribly outnumbered.

Ron took off his suit jacket. This number was nothing he had faced before. A total of 15 men stood before him now and he was already calculating speed and time.

One man against fifteen. He should be about to break history right now.

The leader nudged his head and one of his goons picked up a table and smashed it hard on the ground. The poor wood broke into splinters, beyond repair.

“No!” The manager rushed out from her hiding when she heard the ruckus, her pupils dilated at the sight of the crushed windows and the broken seat.

“Stand back. I will handle this,” Ron told her as soon as he saw the fear in her eyes.

She shook her head, wishing she had just given them their cuts and avoided this trouble. This man her sister provided for her wouldn’t be able to save her now.

They were all dead meat.

“Let me just settle them—“ Ron stopped her