C262 Defeating the Hooligans Big Belly Kneeled on the Ground

Thump, thump!!

The individuals who were sent flying all crashed heavily to the ground.

Before Big Belly could regain his composure, he witnessed the crowd ahead bulge once more.

Several more people were propelled through the air!

Peering through the broken circle, Lin Dong was visible, his fists moving swiftly as he swept through the crowd.

The thugs wielding iron rods or knives, upon launching an attack, would be flung away upon the slightest touch from him.

As they were hurled through the air, a gush of blood spurted from their mouths!

They landed with screams, crumpling onto the ground.

The sight made Big Belly shudder involuntarily.

Lin Dong was ferocious; a single punch from him reduced a person to such a state—it was almost inhuman!

As Big Belly's thoughts trailed off, Lin Dong had already subdued all the ruffians in the area.

Some lay on the ground, writhing in pain, while others knelt, heads bowed, too afraid to even breathe heavily.

The battle had left Big Belly terrified, and the younger members who had joined the fray were utterly shaken.

Lin Dong's prowess was astounding; with a mere punch, he could send someone flying, coughing up blood.

Even an iron rod swung at him would be parried.

And he seemed tireless.

After fighting for so long without showing any signs of fatigue, what were they to do?

Surrender, or wait to be sent to the hospital in a bloody mess?

The conflict had ended, and now only Lin Dong stood amidst the crowd, like a king among his subjects.

"Boss! You're incredible!"

"Dong, you're a legend!"

"Ah, this is beyond belief!"

"Fantastic!"

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The Skyfire Motorcycle Club members erupted in cheers.

They had been anxious at the sight of Lin Dong facing off against the gangsters alone.

After all, it was just Lin Dong against a group of forty or fifty armed thugs—there was no comparison in fighting strength!

Yet, against all odds, Lin Dong had single-handedly achieved the impossible!

Wasn't that explosive?

The crowd roared with excitement, and several women burst into tears of relief.

Their fears of being intercepted by the hoodlums and the dire consequences of falling into Big Belly's clutches had been overwhelming.

Lin Dong charged forward alone, taking down the thugs who had crossed the line by a long shot.

He showcased extraordinary combat prowess.

He also shielded his companions, averting any potential fallout.

At that moment, Lin Dong's tall figure was etched into their memories.

Despite the cheers from the Skyfire Motorcycle Club members behind him, Lin Dong remained unfazed.

Armed with the Eight Blasts technique and his legs' explosive power, handling a few dozen petty thugs was a breeze for him.

Pride was foreign to him.

He advanced with a commanding presence, snapping Big Belly out of his daze.

Big Belly couldn't help but back away.

He had witnessed Lin Dong's formidable fighting skills firsthand.

Lin Dong had effortlessly flung the gangsters aside, his strength rivaling that of a superhero.

Now, Big Belly knew he stood no chance in a one-on-one confrontation.

But Lin Dong didn't halt his advance. He kept moving closer.

Big Belly retreated step by step until his back slammed against the warehouse wall, leaving him no room to escape.

As Lin Dong approached, Big Belly cried out in a panic, "Hey, don't come any closer! If you do, I won't hold back!"

"Oh? And how will you not hold back?" Lin Dong asked, hands casually in his pockets as he continued to close the distance.

He didn't pause.

Seeing no way out, Big Belly clenched his teeth, bent his knees, and thudded to the ground in surrender.