Miguel stood in the center of the room, and the bodies of thugs were lying motionless around him, groaning in pain. His fists were still clenched tightly, blood trickling from a split knuckle. The leader of the thugs was still standing, though barely. He limped toward Miguel.
“You think this is over?” the thug leader asked, wiping the blood from his mouth and spitting some on the ground. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
Miguel’s eyes were dark as he stepped closer to the leader, his voice was calm as he made his point with a warning. “You’re still talking. I could end this right now, don't tempt me.” Without hesitation, Miguel grabbed the thug leader by the collar and, he twisted his leg. A loud c***k filled the air as the man let out a howl of pain, collapsing to the floor.
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