In the courtyard, a group of desperate thugs had already armed themselves, flanking Winston on either side.
One of them licked his lips and sneered, "Seriously? The cops only sent one guy here. Do they think we're a joke?"
"Stop talking nonsense! For every one of them that shows up, we take their lives! These idiots has been hunting us all day; it's time they pay for it."
"Humph, I want to cut him into pieces and feed him to my dogs!"
The thugs jeered, excitement gleaming in their eyes as they fixed their gaze on Winston. But the next moment...
Boom!
Winston stomped his foot, and the ground cracked beneath him. He shot forward like a cannonball. In a flash, Winston stood before one of the thugs.
The thug raised his knife, but before he could strike, Winston's fist landed on his face
