Donny's movements were seamless; with a light step, he leapt forward again. He was agile, incredibly fast, and his punches and kicks were sharp to the extreme. How could these street thugs possibly be his match?
He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep; the seven or eight young men had no ability to resist his blows. Even though they held sticks in their hands, they couldn't even touch Donny. In less than a minute, Donny had knocked them all to the ground, each one groaning in pain, unable to stand, sprawled across the hallway.
At this moment, the faces of these young men showed not only pain but also a ghostly terror. Looking at Donny standing before them like a fierce god, their hearts were filled with fear, having lost all the disdain and contempt they had earlier.
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