Before the man could react, Nolan blurred forward. His kick slammed into the man's face with crushing force. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he flew backward, crashing into the dirt and lying still, unconscious.
Nolan lowered his leg, his expression calm, as his eyes turned toward the three remaining enemies.
The last three froze, panic flooding their faces. They knew they had no chance. One by one, they dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed to the ground.
"Please… spare us," one stammered. "We'll talk. We'll tell you everything."
Nolan stopped walking, standing over them in silence.
Are you sure you're going to talk? Huh? Because you saw what happened to your companion. That's why I sent you, Nolan said.
