The group of men laughed among themselves, but Ethan Cole didn’t flinch.
He pointed at the square-jawed man again.
“This is the last time I’m saying it. Give me a clean shot.”
The square-jawed man stepped forward, cracking his knuckles.
“Damn it… I’ve been pissed off all morning. I need someone to unload on.”
He swung a punch.
The punch was heavy, fast, backed by brute force—but just as it reached Ethan, Ethan caught it. Years of grinding, of hard training, of bruises earned in underground gyms and unofficial cage fights had toughened him beyond average fighters.
The man froze, shocked. Ethan twisted his arm, dropped his stance, and executed a flawless over-the-shoulder throw.
The big guy slammed into the dirt.
That move lit the fuse.
Several burly men stepped in immediately.
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