"Fack, take him out, darling." Swang shouted, his angry gaze cutting my face like a knife, "You actually deceived me."
"I will, baby. He messed with the wrong person, kid. I'm going to break your legs."
The white young man swung a bat, a grim smile on his face.
"Are you serious?"
I looked at him calmly. His stance showed he hadn't undergone combat training; gripping the bat with both hands might increase power, but swinging requires a wind-up, taking longer. Just watching his shoulders can predict his attack direction. At this moment, the white young man stared at my shoulder, aiming to incapacitate me in one hit, to break my collarbone.
Even though he has a weapon, this is indoors; in tight spaces, a bat is less lethal than a dagger.
ROOKIE! I laughed. If it was before, I might worry facing two strong men, but now, I only feel ease. With enhanced constitution, my reaction, speed, and strength have improved.
