One of Tom's men didn't know who Zack was. He stepped forward with his machete. "Who the hell do you think you are? Daring to rob my boss, Tom?"
He reached out and shoved Zack's shoulder. Zack swung backhanded.
The blade caught the guy right in the thigh. The man screamed and dropped to his knees, clutching his leg. Blood poured through his fingers.
Tom's face went pale.
"s**t! This guy's a tough one! Boys, cut him down!"
The three remaining thugs raised their weapons and closed in on Zack.
Zack didn't give a damn about any of them.
He swung that blade like a mad dog, no technique, just pure brute force.
One of the thugs brought a bat down on Zack's back. But he didn't even flinch. He spun around and chopped the guy's arm.
"Get out of my way!" Zack kicked the wounded man aside and
