John broke the others' nose bones and smashed the Shark Coin pointing a gun at him onto Pink Beard in an over-the-shoulder throw.
The gray afterimage was almost invisible in the bar.
John seemed to teleport in place, and the strong men surrounding him collapsed in a disordered heap.
He stepped forward, kicked the revolver aside, and aimed two kicks at the head.
Pink Beard lost consciousness.
A few male waiters emerged from the bar, dragging the "drunk" clients into the public corridor.
Mr. Vito had specifically set up a "sobering zone."
Inside, there were two iron benches easy to clean, a water pipe connected to the wall, a convenient vomit groove, and vending machines supplying basic medicines and necessities.
"Why are so many unruly people flooding into the mall?"
John finally realized the price of prosperity.
