Some moments later, a burly man and ten men approached with murderous intent.

They were holding clubs and even knives, looking brutally domineering.

The brute leading them should be the “Ivan” that the playboy had mentioned earlier.

Ivan walked toward the playboy and questioned, “Sir, who do I beat up?”

To ask who he had to beat up as soon as he stepped forward showed just how arrogant he was.

The playboy pointed at Zeke. “Ivan, it was him who beat me up. Damn it! I'm the eldest son of Robert Quinn from Corleon, and I have never suffered such grievances since I was a kid! Ivan, I want justice!”

“Sir, rest assured. It's not just you who wants revenge. I, too, cannot tolerate this man any longer. How do you want me to punish him?”

“First, cripple his limbs. I want him alive. Then, I'll take my time to torture him bit by bit.”

“No problem.” Ivan focused his sight on Zeke.

He tossed the machete in his hand to Zeke. “You have two choices, boy. Either cut off your arms and legs yourself, or I'll do it for you!”

Zeke glanced at the group of men and said, “Are you trying to bully me with numbers?”

“Bullying with numbers is not my style. I alone am enough to crush a little b*stard like you.”

Zeke waved his hand. “No, no, you misunderstood me. What I meant was all of you should come at me together. Don't waste my time as I really don't have time to waste with you.”

F**k!

This time, not only was Ivan angry, but his men were also agitated.

Zeke's words were too insulting, and there was no way Ivan wouldn't protect his dignity.

The playboy became impatient. “Ivan, stop wasting your breath on him. Beat him up! I can't wait to see him beg for mercy.”

“Kill him!”

All ten men charged toward Zeke under Ivan's command.

They brandished their knives in the air while they approached him.

However, Zeke couldn't be bothered by these hooligans.

As an Ultimate Class warrior, he regarded them as measly ants.

Zeke stood his ground, waiting for their attacks.

When the enemy's knives were inches away from Zeke, he suddenly released his energy and blasted them away.

The speed of his energy broke the sound barrier, and the shockwave was comparable to that of a dynamite explosion.

In less than a second, everyone around Zeke was blown away. The playboy, who was ten meters away from Zeke, was no exception.

Even the walls a dozen meters high next to him collapsed from the shockwave.

In an instant, the playboy, Ivan, and the hooligans were all buried under the rubble.

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