Counterfeit Hero

This slap sounded the horn of battle. The bald man who was attacked, along with a few bodyguards beside him, reflexively rushed at Fatty at the same time.

These tall and robust men, with arms so thick that a child could easily run between them, emitted a murderous aura and sense of oppression as they collectively charged at one person, making the nearby customers feel as if a herd of wild rhinos had stormed into the mall. Amidst waves of screams, the entire mall was thrown into chaos.

Fearing collateral damage, customers hurriedly steered clear. The screams of some women, along with attempts to intervene, only intensified the chaos as the jostling crowd overwhelmed security.

The quickest to act were the two bodyguards who first approached Fatty, intending to escort him out. Almost simultaneously with Fatty’s slap landing on the bald man, the combat instinct drove these two bodyguards to attack. Two strong fists broke through the air with a sharp whoosh, aiming straight for Fatty’s face.

If such fists landed solidly, even a bull would be knocked to the ground.

However, most shocking to the onlookers was the menacing Fatty who, even with sunglasses, couldn’t hide his fierce expression.

People only saw in an instant, the irritable Fatty lifting his leg and delivering a fierce kick to the face of the bodyguard on the left. This upward kick was as fast as lightning and incredibly powerful. With a dull thud, the bodyguard who rushed forward at high speed was kicked flying backwards, crashing into the Vannani Boutique window.

The display window’s glass suddenly shattered, the sound akin to a torrential downpour, a deafening crackle. As shards of glass sprayed in all directions, Fatty already ducked low, dodging another bodyguard’s fist, and then delivered a powerful hook punch directly to that bodyguard’s abdomen.

The muffled sound of his fist hitting the abdomen caused everyone nearby to feel their hearts skip, a chill crawling from the tailbone to their numbed scalps.

This punch almost punched through the bodyguard’s entire abdomen! At the moment of impact, the bodyguard’s body curled like a shrimp, jumping up with both feet lifted off the ground.

When Fatty retracted his fist to confront the other incoming bodyguards, the bodyguard could only fall to the ground like a collapsed sack. He curled up, his face distorted in extreme pain. The raspy gasping sounds he made from his throat were even more horrifying than any scream.

The fight reached its climax as four bodyguards, led by the bald man, pounced on Fatty.

Upon witnessing Fatty’s strength, the four battle-experienced Special Soldiers unleashed their most aggressive means. Although only a blink had passed since the conflict erupted, their ingrained combat instinct allowed them to quickly evaluate the situation and abandon their previous underestimation.

The bald man, who first reached Fatty, made a knife-like hand chop aimed at Fatty’s neck. The two bodyguards who previously blocked Helen and Meiduo attacked from both sides, aiming to quickly compress Fatty’s space and restrict his movements. Behind these three, the last black bodyguard accelerated sharply, using his companions’ cover to leap forward, his steel-like knee viciously aimed at Fatty’s head.

They attacked simultaneously using the military’s most formal Joint Attack Skill.

If there were any Special Soldiers nearby, they would probably have shouted in admiration. These four were clearly organized, coordinated flawlessly. Their timing and the linking of attacks were top-tier Special Soldier level, this could be recorded and taken straight to Special Soldier training camps as a textbook on joint combat!

In this critical moment, Fatty’s face showed a faint contemptuous sneer. Facing the pincer attack, he suddenly stepped forward and twisted to punch, aiming a solid blow at the face of the bodyguard lunging from the left.

Seeing Fatty strike, the leftward bodyguard who previously tried to block Meiduo reacted extremely swiftly, quickly raising his hand to block. However, his raised arm had no effect. With a crack, Fatty’s iron-like fist, akin to a battering ram, collided with the bodyguard along with his broken arm, slamming into his face.

This punch, harnessing all the explosive power within Fatty’s exceptional body, was terrifyingly heavy. The bodyguard’s face was like a watermelon struck by a dam bullet in high-speed footage, blood splattering.

In a split second, before the bodyguard hit the ground, Fatty turned his fist into a grip, grabbed the bodyguard’s collar, and abruptly twisted.

With two successive thuds, the bald man’s hand chop landed on Fatty’s rear shoulder, while the black man’s knee struck his companion, whom Fatty shielded in front of him.

The bald man’s face changed instantly, as the edge of his hand and finger bones were painfully shocked.

If the previous toppling of two companions made him sense Fatty’s danger, then this time, he felt an extreme threat of facing a peer.

He knew the power of his hand chop, understood the resilience of his companion whose face was hit like a crushed watermelon by a punch, and knew how fast his airborne black companion was! This was supposed to be a lion vs rabbit attack, but unexpectedly, Fatty defused it at the last moment.