Chapter 89
"What the hell are you?!" One yelled, his voice cracking with terror.
Alex ducked under their combined attacks easily. To him, their movements were as slow as watching a movie in slow mo. He stepped into one of the man's guard, and connected his elbow with the thug's jaw.
The bone cracked instantly, and the man spun at least three times in the air before landing face first on the asphalt, completely knocked out cold before he even hit the ground.
The fourth man, a guy with a mohawk, turned away to run. But he didn't even make it past two steps, before Alex caught him by the back of his collar and slammed him downward.
Just the impact alone almost cracked the pavement. It was a sure guarantee that at least most of the bones in his body were broken. Alex stood over him for a brief second, his face a mask of absolute, icy calm, before turning back to the leader.
