Chapter 23 - fury
Damon strode into the dojo, the sound of his heavy work boots tapping against the floor creating a rhythm of death. He didn't shout or utter any threats; his silence was the most terrifying thing of all.
The thugs, realizing someone was blocking their way, immediately turned their spearhead toward him. The three largest men swung their bats and charged, intending to finish off this seemingly unarmed middle-aged man.
But they were dead wrong. Damon glided past the crude attacks as effortlessly as a ghost. His calloused hands delivered precise, crippling strikes to lethal pressure points.
In the blink of an eye, the three thugs were lying scattered on the floor, clutching their broken joints in excruciating agony. The remaining henchmen began to panic, slowly backing away.
"Who dared touch my son?" Damon spoke, his pitch low but carrying an invisible authority that crushed the enemy's will. The leader, trembling in the corner of the room, didn't dare make a sound.
Damon stepped forward, grabbed the leader by the collar, and lifted him off the ground with just one hand. The terrifying strength of the former special operative forced everyone in the room to hold their breath.
"Tell your boss," Damon hissed, his razor-sharp gaze piercing straight into the enemy's mind. "If you ever dare step foot in here again, I will personally burn your entire organization to the ground."
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He threw the thug out the door like tossing a piece of trash. The entire gang of henchmen scrambled away in sheer panic, leaving the dojo submerged in a reverent silence before this absolute protective power.
👉 read part 24 to see the boss of black dragon respond.
