After the Fall A Leap into a Stranger's Arms novel Chapter 128

"Otto, quit talking. Let's go teach him a lesson."

Otto wasn't interested in wasting time. He waved to his guys. "Just break a leg. Don't kill him."

The four thugs gripped their iron bars and rushed forward, trying to close in on Lawrence.

But Lawrence was already moving.

He took two casual steps. The guy in front swung his bar straight at Lawrence's head.

It never even brushed his clothes. Lawrence moved like a wildcat, his left hand snapping around the thug's wrist. He twisted hard, and at the same time, his right elbow slammed into the man's ribs.

A bone cracked. The scream that followed was almost inhuman.

The steel pipe hit the ground as the man tumbled back, out cold.

Otto stared in disbelief. Less than ten seconds and one of his men was down?

He realized this wasn't the easy job he thought it would be. He shouted, his voice cracking, "All of you, get him! Don't hold back! Give him hell!"

The other three lunged at Lawrence. In the shadows, Lawrence moved like it was nothing. Every dodge was perfect, every strike sharp and brutal.

To Lawrence, these street thugs were just for show. He fought with clean, efficient moves and hit with real force. In under two minutes, all three were on the ground—one clutching his head, one curled up and gasping, the last one sprawled out, moaning.

Otto barely had time to process what happened. His hands shook around the steel pipe. Lawrence was coming straight for him, looking like he could rip him apart, not even breathing hard.

Otto finally realized just how bad he'd screwed up.

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