In the past twenty-odd years of his life, Koa Jackson had probably never been called a "pretty boy" before. His expression froze for a moment, and his deep, sharp eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a chilling, profound, and unfathomable side that exerted immense pressure.
The provocative man clearly sensed this as well, and he rolled his shoulders, ready to step forward.
At that instant—
Koa Jackson suddenly released Mia Ginger's hand and gave her a push to the side. He quickly took a step forward, raised his leg, and delivered a swift side kick.
With a "bang," the big, burly man was sent flying.
He landed curled up on the steps of a roadside shop, then rolled down, dazed and dizzy.
The surrounding crowd let out a collective gasp of surprise.
The commotion finally alerted the other men who were originally attacking.
They decided to stop fighting for now. They turned around in unison, surrounding Koa Jackson.
