Standing high above, he looked down at the three men.
He extended his foot, using the toe of his shoe to hook the chin of the man furthest to the side, forcing him to look up.
He wore gleaming black leather shoes, the tips slightly hard, pressing against the man’s adam’s apple, making him extremely uncomfortable.
The great height difference between the two made the situation even more humiliating.
The man was only in his twenties, the prime of his youth, and could not accept such an ant-like posture. A ruthless glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly grabbed onto the leg and lunged upward.
Koa Jackson hooked his calf and struck his knee directly against the man’s nose, seizing the moment the man let out an "ah" and crouched down holding his head. He kicked diagonally, hitting him squarely on the back of the head. The man went "thud" and disorientedly collapsed to the ground on his knees.
All this happened within mere seconds, and the others came to their senses— Latest content published on novel★fire.net
Koa Jackson used his shoe tip to turn the man’s face, then stepped on it unceremoniously.
With the toe as the center, he ground it heavily on his face twice.
Leaning down, he sneered coldly, "Want to try again?"
"Cough cough!" The man had no trace of defiance left, struggling to breathe from his mouth and nose under Koa’s foot, gasping, "No more, big brother, please have mercy."
But living for so many years, he had never seen someone fight .
Dealing with people using just a leg.
Not even using a fist from start to finish.
It’s so damn bullying.
The man thought angrily, then heard Koa Jackson’s low voice, "Beg for mercy again once inside."
He quickly raised his head and collided with Koa Jackson’s cold, deep, black eyes.
His heart suddenly leaped.
His face showed hesitation.
Koa Jackson noticed the rapid changes in his expression.
Momentarily stunned, he lowered his gaze and studied him carefully, suddenly asking, "Do you know the girl inside?"
"No, don’t know, don’t know."
The man below his foot hadn’t said a word yet, but the other two behind him vehemently denied it.
The three men’s eyes became evasive.
They got a bit scared.
They were only here for money, but now the job was bungled. Forget the money, they might end up jailed for years.
The man under Koa’s foot, slightly older than the other three, quickly contemplated.
The pain he’s enduring grew worse.
Koa Jackson seemed to apply all his weight onto that one foot, leaning forward, staring at him again, "I’ll ask one more time, why target her?"
Koa Jackson intensified his voice, the foot on his cheek suddenly shifted to his neck.
The hard leather shoe tip seemed to press into the man’s throat.
With just a bit more force, he could pierce through the skin below his neck.
This scene seemed quite miserable to others watching.
One man behind Koa quickly said, "We were under orders, not our intention, really not our intention."
Silence fell in the room for a second.
Koa Jackson withdrew his foot, and turned to stand upright.
The man who spoke earlier was kicked a few times, recalling the pain, hastily continued, "We don’t know much, but apparently it was a miss who regularly visits our bar, having a good time with Brother Lee."
"Miss?" Everyone in the room was startled.