The sound of sharp intake of breath echoed among the crowd.

Breaking down a tree with one kick? That had to be a kick from an elephant.

What a good kick!

Susan Raynor’s face was pale from shock. She was starting to regret her decision.

Quietly, she said, “Mr. Williams, let’s forget about this. It’s just a little rundown room. I don’t think there’s anything valuable here, anyway. Besides, we’ve already angered Harvey Hoffman. If we anger Mr. Wood, we’ll probably never get to reopen the business. This bodyguard is also way too strong, and I don’t think we can get past him.”

Zeke just patted her on the shoulder and said comfortingly, “Susan, just do as I say. With me around, no one can hurt you.”

Harry started stretching his limbs as he scoffed. “Are you sure about that? Just try me.”

Under Zeke’s encouragement, Susan walked toward the little room with uneasy steps.

“Screw off!” Harry Simpson bellowed as he lifted his right leg once more and aimed a hefty kick toward Susan.

He moved so quickly that the crowd only saw a flitting shadow. They couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his actual leg.

Susan screamed in surprise and stepped backward instinctively.

However, she suddenly felt a strong presence supporting her from behind, which made it impossible for her to retreat any further.

Zeke had somehow rushed to her side.

He had one arm on Susan’s back and one hand lifted up. That hand had shielded Susan from Harry’s powerful kick.

Crack!

The loud snap of bone breaking could be heard.

Harvey and Wilson were ecstatic.

Zeke has definitely broken a bone from Harry’s kick!

What a foolish fellow. Harry is able to kick a tree into two. No matter how tough Zeke is, his arm is definitely weaker than a tree.

Susan’s face went pale once again and she gripped Zeke’s arm tightly. “Mr. Williams, your arm! What did you do such a stupid thing for? Why did you have to shield me?”

She was both panicked and worried about his arm, which led to her crying on the spot.

In the very next second, Harry suddenly screamed bloody murder and collapsed on the ground.

He had only just come to his senses.

He didn’t believe that someone’s arm could be tougher than his leg. His own femur was broken from a simple block!

Harry began training his right leg ever since he was three. It had been thirty years since then, and he hadn’t found a match for his kick until now.

To think that someone’s arm could have injured his leg!

That guy had to be some twisted psychopath.

A murky and thick sense of dread and fear began to flood through Harry.

He held his thigh with both hands as he growled, “Sh*t! My femur is broken. Someone call the ambulance.”

He was depending on this leg to earn a living, too. If it were broken, he’d be useless for the rest of his life.

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