Chapter 33: One Person, One Slap
Ethan casually threw the bald guy, who was nearly suffocating, onto a nearby dining table like he was tossing out trash.
The solid wooden table instantly shattered into pieces. The bald guy spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out cold before he could even scream.
This scene sobered up the other thugs pretty quickly.
"You're dead!"
With an angry shout, the leader of the gang kicked over his chair and stood up.
Colson was the notorious boss of this neighborhood—the one who had put Cole's parents in the emergency room.
Colson didn't bother with the bald guy lying on the ground. Instead, he fixed his sinister, triangular eyes on the blood-covered Cole, a cruel and arrogant sneer spreading across his face.
"Well, well, look who it is—the loser who couldn't even protect his own parents!"
Colson arrogantly cracked his neck, the joints popping loudly, as he pointed mockingly at Cole.
"What? You think showing up with that piece of crap knife means you can come after me? Why don't you take a good look at yourself first!"
"Don't think bringing backup changes anything. I'm giving you two choices!"
Colson suddenly pulled out a switchblade and pointed it straight at Cole.
"Either get on your knees right now, kowtow and apologize, and pay my boys for their emotional distress."
"Or I'll break all four of your limbs right here and now, and you can join your useless father in the ICU for a nice family reunion!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
Hearing them insult his parents, Cole completely lost it.
But before Cole could charge forward, Ethan stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
Only then did Colson shift his attention to Ethan and Clara standing not far behind him. His eyes immediately filled with undisguised lewdness and lust, his Adam's apple bobbing hard.
"Kid, trying to play hero, huh? Fine! For this woman's sake, as long as you let this bitch in the red dress spend the night with me and my friends, and she takes good care of us, I'll let this slide. Hell, I might even let you all walk out of here alive!"
However, what confused Colson was that he didn't see any of the usual fear, screaming, or worry in the red-dressed woman's eyes.
Instead, Clara stood with her arms crossed, chin slightly raised, looking at him like he was a rotting corpse.
In her eyes, there was even a strong sense of pity.
Yes, pity.
As if she was looking at an idiot who was about to die.
Just as this look sparked a nameless rage in Colson's heart, he suddenly felt an extremely terrifying chill envelop his entire body.
Ethan's face was ice-cold, his deep eyes devoid of any human emotion, as he silently walked toward them.
"Get him!"
Colson flew into a rage. He'd ruled this neighborhood for years and had never been disrespected like this by some punk kid.
He slipped a pure steel knuckle duster onto his right hand and, using his momentum, swung his fist viciously at Ethan's temple!
Facing the steel fist cutting through the air, Ethan didn't even blink. Just as Colson's knuckle duster was less than an inch from Ethan's head, Ethan moved.
No one even saw how he kicked.
A heavy thud exploded through the restaurant!
Accompanied by the horrifying sound of shattering ribs, Colson's nearly 300-pound muscular body flew backward at a speed that defied physics!
Colson's body slammed hard into the restaurant's solid load-bearing wall!
The massive impact instantly created a shocking crater in the wall. Spider-web cracks spread wildly in all directions, broken bricks and plaster dust falling down as Colson's entire body was embedded in the ruined wall!
Blood trickled down the wall. Colson couldn't even twitch before losing consciousness.
The gang members who had been ready to jump in with their boss now stood frozen in place, their faces pale.
Kicking someone into a load-bearing wall? Was this guy even human?
"Monster! Run!"
Someone screamed in panic, and the remaining thugs dropped their weapons and bolted for the restaurant door like madmen.
"Run?"
Ethan's cold voice sounded behind them as his figure vanished from where he stood.
The next second, he appeared right in the middle of the fleeing thugs.
He didn't use any fancy fighting techniques. Against these scumbags who had beaten up an old couple, he used only the purest, most brutal force!
Sharp, crisp slapping sounds rang out repeatedly in the restaurant.
Ethan delivered one slap to each of them, landing solidly on their faces!
It was force no human could withstand!
Every thug who got hit spun two full rotations in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
Half the bones in their faces were instantly shattered, their jaws all dislocated at bizarre 90-degree angles. Blood mixed with broken teeth sprayed out, and they all passed out cold the moment they hit the floor.
Less than ten seconds.
The thugs who had been so cocky moments ago were now all sprawled on the ground groaning, with several already knocked out cold.
Cole watched this extremely bloody and shocking scene, the boning knife falling from his hand and clattering to the floor as he swallowed hard.
Before this, although he respected Ethan, he had always thought Ethan just had enormous wealth and high status.
But now it seemed there was more to it!
Kicking someone into a wall? Slapping someone's jaw clean off?
His friend wasn't just powerful in background—his combat ability was this insane too?
Ethan casually grabbed a napkin and wiped the trace of blood on the back of his hand with obvious disgust.
Then he slowly walked over to the wall that had been turned into ruins, reached out with one hand, and pulled the blood-soaked Colson—who had god knows how many broken bones—out of the crater.
Ethan tossed him casually, throwing the limp Colson like a dead dog, landing him precisely at Cole's feet.
"Do whatever you want with him. Don't worry about the consequences."