Chapter 95

He laughed mockingly, “the only thing that will get ugly is your face.”

His fist lunged towards me, but I swiftly evaded and countered with a solid punch to his face with my right hand.

My fist connected squarely with his chin, sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. Seizing the moment to train my combo attack, I swiftly executed a low kick with my left foot to the side of his knee.

This forced him to lower his head in pain, allowing me to strike again, this time with my left hand, aiming from the side.

I then completed the sequence with an uppercut to his chin, my right hand driving upwards with precision. Four hits landed perfectly.

His three friends, emerging from the same car, were petrified, too shocked to move. As they hesitated, I confronted them, “Are you also from the Holy Order?”

“Yes, you are fucked up!” they retorted.

Sighing, I shook my head, “No, you are the ones who will be fucked up.”

My bodyguard from the Holy Order had called for reinforcements. Suddenly, four car
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