Not far away, Adam Thomas and his brother, Young Master Thomas, along with their friends, parked their car by the roadside. Young Master Thomas looked at the situation on the scene and said, "The guy in the spiked jacket is from The South Borough. The most cunning thing about these guys is that they resort to intimidation when dealing with the wealthy, but when facing officials, they start talking law. They're nothing but two-faced scoundrels."
Adam Thomas didn't say a word, just lowered the car window and watched the scene.
I sensed that these seven people weren't planning to let me see the dashcam footage.
I could only grin helplessly, taking in the menacing stares of the seven people around me, I said, "You're doing this on purpose, right?"
"Cut the crap, you've got five minutes left."
I said, "Then don't bother waiting, I'm not giving you 300,000."
The man with the chain shrank his pupils slightly: "You think I'm joking? So you mean to choose the second option, being beaten by us?"
"What else can I do?" I raised my eyebrows and confronted him, saying, "Can't come up with the money, so being beaten it is. But knowing I'm about to be beaten, why not fight back? Besides, I'm a cop, I can't be this cowardly."
The man with the chain's face momentarily twisted in a snarl, then he raised his hand to strike. But just as he was about to slap my face, I raised my hand and caught his wrist.
I said calmly, "You should know you're hitting a police officer."
Chain man said blankly, "Sorry, didn't notice you were a cop. I just thought you rear-ended my luxury car, got me too pissed off."
"Good." I smiled slightly, "I was afraid you'd treat me like a cop. In that case, go all out, I need to blow off some steam too."
Indeed, I needed to blow off some steam. I had trained hard since childhood, spending seven or eight years working towards joining The Griffin Division. But some damn Genetic Liquid reduced my overall strength, and I left the army with a forced smile, not wanting my comrades to see my vulnerable side. My tears had long dried up since my father's death, so I desperately wanted an outlet—a good fight!
Drowning his sorrows with alcohol that night wasn't enough, not by a long shot. That's why I've been indifferent toward everything lately. Even the beauties, Brittany Scott and Elizabeth Campbell, felt I seemed indifferent towards everything. Entering The Griffin Division was my dream, and when the goal I'd worked so hard for suddenly shattered, it left me in a state of profound despair. At this critical point, I really wanted to take off my uniform and have a good brawl with these bastards.
The North Gate guys were startled.
The man with the chain suddenly found his wrist snapped with a crack by me!
The next moment, his whole face contorted in pain, and he let out a miserable scream.
I kicked him in the chest, sending the chain man flying with a knock-kneed S position, landing face-first on the ground. At that moment, the fists and feet of the other six swung at me.
I forcefully clashed fists with them, unafraid of hurting people. Anyone who tried to go toe-to-toe with me ended up with bruises on their hands or ankles, as if they'd been struck by a steel pipe causing sharp pain.
I yanked a collar, threw someone over my shoulder, then punched them square in the face.
The North Gate man groaned, his mouth and nose bursting with blood as he struggled in pain on the ground, unable to get up.
One guy swung a leg to kick me in the back of the head. I caught his leg with one hand, then wrapped my whole arm around it, swinging him like a shot put and tossing him onto the car roof!
Being able to toss a six-foot-tall guy like that left Young Master Thomas and his friends in the distance staring, dumbfounded.
"So strong!" Adam Thomas's younger brother, the blond-haired Adam, watched Tobby with a fiery gaze, seeing him so wild and full of raw power!
The other rich kids around Young Master Thomas had already witnessed Tobby taking down Frank Lopez and others that day. Back then, they thought it reasonable that spoiled rich kids had poor combat skills. But tonight, it was North Gate's usual tough fighters. Even that chain man could be considered a thug, yet Tobby unleashed his wild side, unlike before, making these guys realize he'd pulled his punches that night.
The chain man on the ground coughed violently a few times, and seeing the tide turn, malice grew in his heart. He pulled a multifunctional knife from his pocket, toyed with it for a moment, and then charged at me from behind.
I, busy with a two-on-one, had no time to mind my back, but I heard someone shouting in rage. Sensing the wind from behind, if it was before, I could have reacted quickly, spinning around to kick them away. But I ignored my decline in overall strength, and when I realized my body couldn't match my mind's judgment, my face subtly changed.
As the knife was about to stab my back, my subconscious suddenly made my nerves trigger a quick judgment, my body flashed like a shadow, and I was in front of the chain man, my arm pressing against the man's chest.
The chain man's pupils enlarged in disbelief as I suddenly dashed over. By the time he reacted, he felt pain in his body and was sent flying like a kite with a snapped string, the powerful impact like a strong bull ramming into him.
The rest, resembling a spent force, were quickly taken down by me. I, too, was panting heavily with sweat running down, realizing the truth in the doctor's words: my physical abilities were declining. The fight confirmed for me what the machine had said during the assessment, a realization of my significant loss of capability.
Watching the seven from The South Borough groaning on the ground, each one huddled in a corner, battered and bruised, I had indeed fought hard, venting my frustrations.
Seeing them in this state, I took a breath and said, "Come on, keep it up!"
I looked at the chain man lying on the ground staring at the sky, and slowly walked over, picked up a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and crouched down in front of him.
The chain man squinted, "You've got guts, do you know who I am?"
"Adam't want to know. No matter who you are, I'm a cop. You break the law, I arrest you!" I sneered, "Want to keep fighting?"
The chain man weakly shook his head.
"Still want the 300,000?" I asked again.
The chain man shook his head again.
I stood up, threw my cigarette butt away, and gave the chain man a vicious kick, causing him to scream in pain.
"Arresting scum like you would only waste jail space. Try again next time, see if I dare shoot!" I warned him, then walked over, picked up my fallen motorcycle, started the engine, and roared away.
Leaving Young Master Thomas's group amazed in the distance: "Looks like the rich kids of Summit City are going to face a strong opponent, just don't know if he's a mouse or a cat."