The lead thug picked up a bottle from the table and stormed out, shouting, "You useless piece of crap, how dare you act so arrogantly? I bet you don't even know how to spell the word 'death'!" He was obviously skilled in martial arts, as he moved quickly and fluidly, and the bottle was already in front of Grant by the time he finished speaking.
Grant stood calmly, unmoved by the thug's aggression.
The lead thug's face twisted into a grotesque snarl as he shouted, "Damn it, if you're looking for death, I'll send you on your way!" He swung the bottle with incredible speed, a wicked grin on his face. He thought that even if Grant wasn't killed by the blow, he would at least be seriously injured.
But his expectations were not met.
Grant's lips curved into a faint smile as he sidestepped the bottle and punched the lead thug in the chin with lightning speed.
