BANG!
Arthur swiftly raised his hand to block a stick swinging toward him.
A flicker of pain crossed his face, but without hesitation, he clenched his fist and landed a solid punch squarely on the face of the assailant, sending him flying.
Seizing the stick, Arthur charged forward, each swing sending another thug crashing to the ground.
The scene around him was chaotic and bloody; dozens of gangsters who had once surrounded Arthur and his bodyguards were now sprawled out, groaning in pain.
Some bore bullet wounds on their legs and shoulders, none fatal, but all were incapacitated.
With disdain in his eyes, Arthur surveyed the aftermath. It had been just five minutes since the gangsters had attacked them.
Despite their numbers, he felt no fear; after all, his bodyguards were Royal Grade fighters, ten times stronger than ordinary people, and armed with registered firearms. The sheer number of thugs didn't faze them at all.
