“You fucking idiots, are you all pigs? What are you standing around for? Get them!” The man sitting on the ground shouted furiously at the five big guys. Just now, when Henry Lawson’s knee slammed into his jaw, it was no light blow. Now, every time he opened his mouth and his teeth touched, a wave of pain shot through him.

Hearing George Hughes’s roar, the four who had snapped out of it all yelled and charged at Henry Lawson. The one closest to Henry Lawson lifted his foot, aiming a kick at Henry Lawson’s groin.

“Get your damn leg out of here!”

The guy had just raised his foot when Henry Lawson, wearing black tactical boots, stomped hard on his shin. The sharp pain made his face twist, and as he tried to hop back, Henry Lawson’s fist already made intimate contact with his pale face. Instantly, spit mixed with blood and a tooth flew out of his mouth.

People usually say not to hit the face, but Henry Lawson just loved aiming for it. With his left hand, he grabbed the collar of a guy about his own height and yanked him close, then raised his right hand and slapped him across the face again and again. After a dozen or so slaps, the once-handsome face that could rival a Korean idol was now so swollen even his parents wouldn’t recognize him.

“Damn it, four against one—have you no shame?!” Seeing Henry Lawson fighting so fiercely on his own, Andrew Stone shouted, tossed aside the water bottle he was holding, and jumped into the fray.

With a quick step, Andrew Stone rushed up to a guy five centimeters taller than himself, leaped into the air, and his left leg traced a near-perfect arc—a fierce flying side kick, slamming hard into the guy’s chest.

The guy instinctively tried to grab him, but Andrew Stone’s attack was too fast. His hand had just reached out when his chest felt like it had been smashed by a sledgehammer. He crashed uncontrollably into a tree trunk, let out a muffled groan, and slumped to the ground.

“Taekwondo?” Seeing Andrew Stone’s moves, Henry Lawson was slightly surprised.

“Heh, it’s just a third-degree black belt in taekwondo, nothing compared to you.” Andrew Stone’s eyes were sharp—he could naturally see the hidden power in Henry Lawson’s few simple moves.

For example, when he attacked George Hughes, if instead of kneeing his jaw when he bent over and exposed his back, he had used his elbow to strike the nerve center in his spine, George Hughes might now be a corpse unable to speak.

Or when he punched the second guy in the face, if he had aimed two inches higher at the temple and used a bit more force, that punch could have knocked the guy out cold, not just knocked out a tooth.

In other words, Henry Lawson’s attacks just now could have been deadly, but he held back. Most importantly, these ruthless, lethal moves were the kind only special forces possessed. Henry Lawson, who exactly are you? Andrew Stone narrowed his eyes, sizing up Henry Lawson.

A third-degree black belt in taekwondo… that’s all?!

Andrew Stone’s offhand remark made George Hughes and his four hired thugs taste bitterness in their mouths. Just Henry Lawson alone was hard enough to handle, and now out of nowhere, a taekwondo black belt shows up. Fuck, how are they supposed to play now?

From the moment Andrew Stone joined the fight, the roles of hunter and prey had reversed. No, to be precise, the roles had never switched at all—George Hughes and his gang had always been the prey!

Of the four guys George Hughes brought, only one was still standing in front of Henry Lawson and Andrew Stone, and even he was now filled with fear, his voice trembling as he said, “D-don’t hit me, I was forced into this.”

“Save that line for your boss. If the two of us didn’t have some skills, we’d be the ones on our knees begging for mercy right now.” Andrew Stone picked at his ear, clearly not planning to let the guy off.

“So, you want the last one, or should I?” Henry Lawson glanced at Andrew Stone and asked.

“I’ll do it. You’ve already taken out three.”

Andrew Stone moved to charge forward, but Henry Lawson grabbed him. “No way, this one’s mine.”

“Mine!” Andrew Stone couldn’t help but raise his voice.

“Whoever’s faster gets him!”

As the last thug tried to slip away during their argument, Henry Lawson darted forward.

“Damn it, Henry Lawson, have you no shame?!” Seeing Henry Lawson already a step ahead, Andrew Stone cursed loudly, but didn’t slow down as he chased after him.

The last thug ended up the worst of all—Henry Lawson broke his nose with a punch, and Andrew Stone sent him flying five meters with a kick, knocking him out cold.

Henry Lawson and Andrew Stone walked up to George Hughes. Henry Lawson looked down at him coldly and said, “Go back and tell that mangy bird Emily Wood—next time, send someone who can actually fight. Now get lost!”