Counterfeit Hero

Only a special soldier could deflect an attack with such decisiveness without thinking! And, he must be a battle-hardened veteran, someone who has killed, seen blood, lived through the hail of bullets and gunfire! Faced with any danger as calmly as an iceberg—a top-notch special forces veteran!

This rapid and dangerous judgment caused Bald’s heart to contract intensely.

Being a special soldier himself, the bald man understands more than anyone the terror of a super-elite special forces veteran.

He knows that such veterans are usually more ruthless than a lion biting a gazelle’s neck. Once they face off, it’s a fight to the death. Such people don’t care who their opponent is, nor where they are. If someone attacks them, then at any time, in any place, it becomes a deadly battle.

For a moment, the bald man even had a delusion.

It was as if, instead of being in a bustling mall playing soft music, he was on a smoke-filled battlefield, the ground stained with blood, every inch of trench witnessing fierce combat!

The overwhelming killing intent pierced his heart like a knife.

Even though he became a bodyguard a few years ago, for Bald, everything about the special forces is engraved in him like a knife.

Special combat units emphasize cooperation and unity. Undergo the most rigorous training. They demand an air of superiority but equally require obedience and respect.

Obedience is to obey the officers, respect is to honor those at the pinnacle of the special forces—aces.

Bald still remembers when he graduated from special forces training with a 95% elimination rate, single-handedly toppling ten trainees, teaching them the instructor’s lesson that there’s always someone stronger! But this unremarkable-looking Fatty before him is more terrifying and formidable than his instructor whom he never dared to confront fully.

He is the ace among aces!

Terror and regret came too late. In a split second, Fatty sidestepped and lunged sideways, a sweeping kick aimed straight at the bald man’s chest. Bald could only cross his arms to block in time before being sent flying by the sound of bones cracking.

Fatty, unyielding in his advantage, retracts his leg and spins, stamping both feet hard, his body launching like a cannonball, hurtling towards the black man who had just regained his balance, delivering an airborne knee strike.

This was a reckless retaliation! The sturdy knee struck the black man’s chest just as he steadied himself. With a resounding "bang," the black man’s strong and heavy body was sent flying, crashing through the window glass and into a closet, tumbling amid a pile of clothes. After a couple of struggles, he passed out.

As the black man hit the ground, Fatty already charged at the last bodyguard. A rain of vicious fists rained down on the bodyguard who obstructed Helen.

People stood agape.

The few security guards and the female manager who initially tried to intervene had become like statues.

However, the most dumbfounded was the handsome middle-aged man with a neutral, gentle aura. He stood with his mouth open, his face frozen in terror as if he witnessed seventeen or eighteen burly men preparing to assault him.

Everyone watched dumbfounded as Fatty’s fists struck down on the bodyguard over and over again. Initially, the bodyguard resisted and fought back, but as Fatty’s fists landed heavier and fiercer, his counterattacks disappeared first. Moments later, with his arms drooping limply, he couldn’t even defend himself.

His face, pounded by Fatty’s fists, became bruised and battered. His lips swelled outrageously, cheeks bleeding, and eyes so swollen they were reduced to thin slits.

When the bodyguard finally collapsed under Fatty’s fists, Fatty walked up to the middle-aged man and spat in his face.

"Humph! Take the insult!"

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