Quick, precise, and ruthless.
Shen You'an froze, the boss, his wife, and Ma Liu were all stunned, while Ma Liu's men simply stood there dumbfounded, unable to react.
The glass bottle shattered into pieces, with the dark brown vinegar dripping down Ma Liu's head, as a sharp sour smell spread across the small restaurant.
The boy pulled the boss back behind him, and before Ma Liu could respond, his long leg decisively struck Ma Liu's stomach. Despite how thin the boy looked, it was hard to tell where he got such strength. Ma Liu flew straight out of the restaurant, landing heavily on the stone slabs outside.
For a moment, only Ma Liu's exaggerated and agonizing screams could be heard.
The boy withdrew his leg, his gaze lightly sweeping across Ma Liu's subordinates who stood on the side.
Wherever his gaze landed, there was palpable fear; the men instinctively stepped back.
Ma Liu's angry roar came from outside: "Kill him! Kill him…!"
