Chapter 34 A Person Is A Fortress
"Let's go get him."
"First, break his legs, then break his arms, and drag him to see the boss."
The roars of nearly a hundred thugs echoed through the whole street. It was almost the largest gang fight in Wavehaven's history. But no one would have guessed that their opponent was just one person—a young man in jeans and a white shirt with an unbelievably handsome face.
As the thugs charged towards him, Elbert slowly stood up, stubbed out his cigarette, and a violet gleam shone brightly in his right eye. "Ever since my body was enhanced, I've never had the chance to go all out. Today, I hope you all can give me a good time."
Elbert smiled wickedly and threw a punch. Hundreds of thugs, countless fists, feet, and clubs, though chaotic and disorganized, were all traceable under Robert Williams's analysis. Even gaps of a few inches or time differences of a few milliseconds—Elbert had it all under control.
The leading thug with a machete instantly flew out like a broken kite. Immediately after, countless thugs scattered like petals, flying everywhere.
"What's going on?" Screams of agony echoed one after another.
No one could withstand Elbert's punches and kicks, and no one could harm him in the slightest. Thugs were kicked away everywhere in the internet café. The thugs flying around smashed tables and computers to pieces. Elbert moved like a dragon, impervious to any attack.
The thugs were in a panic, completely disbanded. The internet café owner was already scared stiff by the scene. Not caring about his losses, he crouched under the bar, trembling. He had only one thought: God bless, don't hurt me.
Ten minutes later, everything quieted down. The internet café owner cautiously peeked out. What he saw shocked him. The entire internet café was destroyed, and nearly a hundred thugs lay on the ground, writhing and wailing. Only that rich kid in the white shirt was standing. He calmly tidied his slightly messy hair, lit a cigarette, and said, "You guys are too weak."
The internet café owner shuddered.
'He is simply not human. He took on a hundred, and he is completely unscathed.'
"You, go back and report to your boss." Elbert bit his cigarette and kicked the thug beside him. "Tell him to send more."
Back at Luminous Nights Club, on the fifth floor, Black Fox felt impatient.
"Damn it, 100 people to capture one person, it shouldn't take this long, right?"
The storage room door was pushed open by Otis, who had a semi-conscious thug slung over his shoulder. "Boss, all 100 of our men were taken down."
"What?" Black Fox almost fell off his stool. "How many people are on the other side?" His heart pounded; by his estimation, to take down his 100 men, the other side must have at least 200.
"Boss, just one. That guy is too strong, not humanly strong." The injured thug lifted his head with effort, a row of teeth missing.
"What, just one?" Black Fox's eyes widened in terror.
"Yes, just one person. And he said you need to send more."
Black Fox's mind went blank.
'One person took down 100 men. Is he a monster? Moreover, he's a hacker who can access all my secrets. How did I end up provoking such a demon?'
"Boss, he asked you to send more people. I think he's not here for a fight," Otis said, trembling. "I think he's here to wipe out our Black Fox gang."
Hearing this guess, Black Fox shivered. "That's Impossible." He quickly stood up, shouting in panic, "Go find Arnold Sanders, Iron Fist, and Jack. They're in the club, and they're the top 10 fighters in the underground ring. They can definitely beat that guy."
After Otis's urgent contact, Black Fox finally felt relieved. Seven of the top 10 fighters in the Wavehaven underground ring were in the club—Muay Thai experts, dagger experts, wrestlers, and even foreign strongmen. Each of them could take on ten men alone. With seven experts attacking at once, that guy would be absolutely defenseless.
"Boss, don't worry. Arnold Sanders and the others are already heading downstairs. They will definitely bring that guy back," Otis said, standing nervously at the storage room door, not daring to go out.
"Good." Black Fox pretended to be calm, but he was very hesitant inside. Suddenly, a loud noise shook the floor.
"What's going on.?" Black Fox's heart tightened.
"Boss, it's bad. Before Arnold Sanders and the others could even get out, that guy broke in. He's already on the second floor." A panicked thug ran over, shouting in fear.
"Oh my God." Black Fox turned and ran. "Let's move to my office. The doors there are bulletproof."
Only Otis, Black Fox, and the woman Black Fox always kept by his side were in the top-floor office of Luminous Productions. The room was eerily quiet. Thundering noises kept coming from below, each striking fear into their hearts.
At this moment, although Black Fox still sat behind his desk, he had none of the demeanor of Wavehaven's boss. He was trembling. Listening to the sounds getting closer, Black Fox was almost in despair.
'Arnold Sanders and the others were probably done for, too.' he thought.
The commotion outside sounded like the footsteps of death.
Even now, Black Fox was confused.
'Who is he? How did I provoke him?'
The footsteps outside got closer, and Black Fox and the others were drenched in cold sweat. Suddenly, dust rose, and wood chips flew.
The office door was instantly blown open, the heavy metal door twisted and deformed. Through the smoke, a giant man, 6.5 feet tall, walked in slowly.
'No, wait.' Black Fox's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled again when he saw clearly. This was the underground ring's strongman, Jack. That tall body now showed no reaction, like a pile of mud, already unconscious.
Behind him, a young man in a white shirt was holding Jack by the neck with one hand, lifting him into the air. The young man stepped over the threshold lightly, holding the 330-pound Jack as if he were two cucumbers. Elbert casually tossed Jack in front of Black Fox's desk.
Black Fox looked at the lifeless Jack, feeling like he was in an ice cave. Elbert slowly sat on a sofa to the side. A brass Zippo lit a cigarette.
The next moment, Robert's voice echoed.
"The StrikeAura—Heroic Presence activated."
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