Chapter 32
With that, Jaden leapt out the shattered window, glass fragments raining around him as
he landed hard on the cracked pavement below. His coat flared as he stood upright, completely unbothered by the
fall.
Greg flinched. "Tch! Still acting tough? You really think you're untouchable, huh? You're gonna die today!" He spat, backing up slightly.
He gestured toward a thick-necked, scar-
faced brute standing at the center of the mob, shirtless beneath a torn combat vest, arms bulging with muscle and covered in ink. "Brother John! That's him! The little punk stirring trouble on your turf!" 1
John stepped forward slowly, cracking his knuckles like stone grinding against stone. His voice was low and cruel. "So, this is the bastard who made you cry, Greg?"
Greg snarled. "He embarrassed me in front of everyone! Get your ass over here
and show some respect, you worthless dog. You've been acting all bold-
let's see how bold you are when you're crawling!" 1
John didn't flinch. "Get him on his knees. I don't have time to waste on punks. Boss and his men will be here any minute, they said they are coming to see the king, I need to keep this area in order. I don't want One of the thugs stepped forward, metal rod in hand. "Did you hear him? Down! Now! You deaf or just stupid?"
Jaden remained perfectly still, then spoke with eerie calm. "Who threw the brick?"
"Motherf-!" The thug rushed at him, swinging the rod.
Jaden moved.
A flash of motion. A crunch.
The thug flew sideways mid-
swing like he'd been hit by a truck, slamming into a row of metal garbage cans that collapsed with a deafening crash. He didn't get back up.
Jaden turned his head slightly. "I asked a question."
Another three surged forward with yells-
one with a baton, another with a machete, and
the last swinging heavy chains. Jaden raised a single palm, and a wave of invisible force exploded outward. The attackers flew back in all directions, their weapons clattering across the pavement. Two landed flat on the hood of a car. The last hit the ground face first with a bone-
snapping crack.
"Who. Threw. The brick?" Jaden's voice dropped deeper, slower.
Greg panicked. "Brother John! He's mocking you again-
he's still talking like he runs the place!" 1
John's jaw tightened. "Enough. All of you... kill him."
The mob roared as they surged forward-
over fifty men, armed with planks, machetes, pipes, crowbars, and knives. They came from every angle, yelling threats and curses.
From the shattered window above, Martha gasped. "Oh no... Jaden's surrounded."
Julie clutched Kelvin's unconscious body close, shaking. "He's outnumbered! They'll kill him!"
Mathew folded his arms, eyes narrowed. "If only he listens to me earlier, he's a dead meat now. Who dares challenge brother John in Ravenmoor?"
But below-
Jaden exhaled.
Then, he moved.
It was a blur.
He stepped forward and shattered a thug's arm with a twist, sending the man howling. He pivoted, elbowedz another in the throat, and kicked a third straight into a lamppost. The man's head snapped back with a sickening crack.
One came from behind with a blade, Jaden ducked, spun, grabbed his leg mid- Chapters first released on fιɴdnοvel.net
air and flung him like a sack of meat into five others. They crashed like dominoes.
Blood sprayed across the pavement as another attacker's nose exploded under Jaden's palm strike.
A machete wielder screamed as
Jaden broke his wrist, took the
blade, and sliced through two
wooden staffs aimed at his head. He
jabbed the hilt into a thug's eye
socket. 1
A storm of chaos. Men groaning, screaming, weapons flying from broken hands.
Jaden moved like
death itself, his fists crashing into ribs, faces, kneecaps. Bones snapped. Teeth flew. Bodies collapsed.
One tried to tackle him from the side, but Jaden simply grabbed his head and slammed it down on his knee. The man went limp instantly.
Greg watched in horror. "No... No way...'
The final wave of ten hesitated, then charged in desperation. Jaden didn't wait.
He charged them.
His heel crushed someone's shin
mid-run, then he clotheslined
another into a concrete wall. A savage uppercut sent one man flipping backward through the air. The last two tried to fun burdaden d to run bur Jaden grabbed them by the back of their collars and smashed their heads together.
Silence.
The street was littered with groaning bodies, splattered blood, shattered weapons. The stench of sweat and pain hung in the air.
Jaden stood in the center of it all, barely scratched. He dusted his coat and calmly looked up.
Only Greg and John were still standing.
Greg stumbled back, trembling. "Y-You... What are you...?"
Jaden's eyes turned to him, burning cold.
"I'll ask one last time," he said, voice steady. "Who threw the brick?"