In an instant, one of the men lunged at Raymond from the side, his right hand gripping a baseball bat aimed squarely at Raymond’s calf.
They were all seasoned brawlers, well-versed in the reactions of ordinary people. In their eyes, there flashed a glimmer of anticipation, Raymond would surely collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.
“Aah!”
A cry rang out, but everyone froze in shock, because it wasn’t Raymond who screamed, it was the man wielding the bat.
His arm, the one clutching the bat, was clamped in Raymond’s iron-like grip, completely immobilized.
“This is my wife’s factory, and you dare come here to make trouble? You’re courting death!”
Crack!
A sharp, chilling sound echoed as the man’s arm snapped, a jagged shard of bone piercing through his flesh and jutting grotesquely
