My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 91 - 48: The Strongest Man on Land (Part 2)

Chapter 91: Chapter 48: The Strongest Man on Land (Part 2)

His height and reach were both disadvantages, and I easily grabbed his wrist.

The thug looked up at me in surprise.

"Surprised?"

Fack!

The thug’s expression changed, I moved my body to the right, pulling on the thug’s right hand, and under inertia, he leaned forward.

I raised my right foot and stepped on his right foot, immobilizing it. His body lost balance, and the thug watched his body in surprise.

Bang!

Head-on collision with the floor.

It made a dull thudding sound.

I lifted my foot and stepped on the thug’s wrist holding the knife.

Crack!

"OH, Fack!"

The wrist broke, and the short knife dropped.

The tip of my shoe struck his cheek.

Bang!

Only three people were left standing at the scene.

Me, the thug with a painful neck. Number Two with broken toes.

Watching me approach, Number Two stepped back.

"Don’t come near me."

I rotated my right shoulder, revealing a smile.

A fist landed on the opponent’s chin.

Bang!

Another sound of falling.

Number One’s mouth was agape, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Seven people, seven people were defeated by one guy, without even causing this man any harm.

"You’re a devil!"

"I’m just an ordinary person."

"SHIT!"

You’re an ordinary person?

The thug filled with disbelief.

"Sorry, please don’t hurt me." The thug trembled with fear.

I laughed, bang!

The fist reappeared.

A punch, just one punch, struck the opponent’s chin.

The thug’s body spun in a circle and dropped to the ground.

The hall was silent.

Except for me, no one else was left standing.

The waiter who entered the hall hid in the corner in fear.

"Where is Kim?"

The waiter pointed to the room at the back of the hall.

"Thank you!"

I headed towards the room.

"BOSS!"

Inside the room, a middle-aged man in his forties was eating South Korean cuisine, picking up a piece of pork with chopsticks, dipping it in sauce, looking displeased at his subordinates.

"What’s going on?"

"Someone’s here for you, looking for trouble."

"Then just deal with it!"

The middle-aged man continued eating, pouring himself a cup of sake.

The room door opened.

I stood at the entrance.

There were three people inside, those who had left the hall.

A middle-aged man eating, with a knife scar on his neck.

A tall and sturdy man, nearly two meters tall, very muscular. He stood behind the middle-aged man, looking at me provocatively.

The middle-aged man eating wore a sky-blue shirt, and when I appeared, he looked at me for two seconds.

He took a small sip of sake, not venting his displeasure at my appearance but rather on his subordinates.

"You’re talking about him."

The thug who brought the news nodded, "Boss, it’s him."

"Useless!" The middle-aged man said in a low voice.

The tall bodyguard went up to the thug and punched him in the abdomen.

The enormous force made the thug kneel, his face full of discomfort.

The bodyguard grabbed the thug’s hair, looking down at him. "Useless guy."

The massive fist struck the thug’s face, blood spraying from his nose.

The thug fell to the ground.

Looking at the unconscious subordinate, the middle-aged man put down his glass.

"You took down my men?"

I leaned against the door frame of the room, answering his question, "Yes."

"No one has challenged me for a long time, you’re very brave." The middle-aged man put down his chopsticks. "Bravery has a price."

The bodyguard grinned, approaching me, "Did you deal with those useless guys outside?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then now it’s your turn, useless!" The bodyguard clasped his hands together, cracking his knuckles, twisting his neck, head tilted, making the sound of bones rubbing.

The massive body approached me, carrying an intimidating pressure.

His strength was immense, one punch knocked out his companion.

Sturdy body, equally strong resistance to blows.

Taller than me, larger in size.

In the animal world, body size represents combat power, in primitive human fighting, it also holds an overwhelming advantage.

Useless?

First time someone said that to me.

I straightened my body, stepping in front of the bodyguard, he was indeed taller than me, with a stronger presence.

The bodyguard looked down at me, full of mockery.

"Do you think defeating those losers means you’ve beaten our YIC Group? They’re just trash!"

"Don’t waste my time, I’m eating." The middle-aged man picked up his chopsticks again. He’s seen guys like me many times before, but this is their kingdom.

In the end, the result is always the same: beaten into the hospital or turned into a corpse floating in the sea.

"Do you hear that? Trash! My boss is dining, and I need to take care of you!" The bodyguard laughed, rolling his shoulders, motioning to me with a finger.

"Sorry, in my eyes, you’re all trash." I stretched my arms in response.

WHAT?

The middle-aged man looked at me angrily.

The bodyguard laughed horrifically. We’re all trash? Kid, you’re pretty arrogant!

"Haha, I hope you can still say that in a moment."

Bang, the bodyguard’s fist hit my face.

Impossible?

The bodyguard looked surprised.

My head tilted without losing consciousness, with blood streaming from my nose.

"I said don’t waste my time." The middle-aged man frowned, seeing for the first time someone who wasn’t knocked out.

I wiped the blood from my nostril with my thumb.

The immense impact made me a bit dizzy.

The powerful bodily functions kicked in, and I turned back to look at the bodyguard.

With a dissatisfied look on my face.

My body twisted, right shoulder moving back, all muscles tense, the body functioning like a precise machine, where every cell knows what to do.

The retracted arm was like a bowstring being drawn. The charging process completed in just 0.5 seconds.

Bang!

My arm swung like lightning, too fast for anyone to see.

The fist hit the bodyguard’s chin.

The sound was deep, that kind of physical collision, body clash, primal power, bringing a more shocking feeling.

One punch, just one punch.

The bodyguard’s massive body toppled, crashing to the floor.

WHAT? What happened? Oh my God! The head of the South Korean crime syndicate widened his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

"Hey, hey! Get up!" The middle-aged man shouted, but his strongest bodyguard made no move.

"He’s not as tough as you think."

I took out a cigarette from my pants pocket.

Sitting on the table in front of the middle-aged man, "Do you have a lighter?"

This can’t be, this can’t be!

The middle-aged man was still trying to convince himself, but God did not grant him a miracle.

The bodyguard remained unconscious.

One punch, the guy in front of me took down the scariest guy in the Miami branch with just one punch.

The middle-aged man’s right hand shook.

He slowly took out a lighter from his pocket, placing it on the table.

I lit the cigarette, took a drag, calming my nerves, as my nose ached slightly.

Turning around, before the middle-aged man could react, I kicked his right shoulder.

The impact knocked him to the ground, a Glock 17 falling from behind him.

Standing on the middle-aged man’s hand, I squatted down, cig in mouth, looking down at him.

"Can we talk now?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About Kim’s loan."

"You’re the guy who called earlier." The middle-aged man looked at me angrily.

"That’s me, now how much do I owe?"

"Do you know who we are?"

"That’s not my concern."

I picked up the handgun.

"Do you think you can walk out safely?" The middle-aged man threatened me.

"Haha, a lot of people have threatened me. But you are the least convincing among them."

I pointed the gun barrel at his thigh, "How much do I owe?"

"Thirty thousand!"

Bang!

The bullet fired from the barrel, piercing through his thigh.

"Ahhhhh! Damn bastard." The middle-aged man clutched his thigh, pressing on the wound.

"How much do I owe?"

The same question, but represents a different outcome.

The middle-aged man’s forehead was covered in sweat, "Ten thousand, the principal!"

I raised my arm, aiming the gun at his right arm.

"Wait! Wait!" The middle-aged man cried out. "Erase it, erase it!"

"Good Boy! I preferred your demeanor earlier. You’re a BOSS! Have the aura of a BOSS, now, I’m disappointed!"

I stood up, raised my arm, pointing the gun at the bodyguard on the ground, and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The gunshot was like a nightmare, making the middle-aged man’s chest tight and feeling suffocated.

"I said erase it!"

"Did you?"

I moved my arm, aiming at the unconscious thug.

Bang!

The bullet pierced through his head.

The room filled with blood, thick with the smell of iron.

"Now who’s the BOSS?" I squatted in front of him again.

The middle-aged man bit his lip, having never endured such humiliation.

"You, it’s you! You’re the BOSS!"

"Good! From the time I entered here, the only one who can speak is me. So, I’m not satisfied with your answer."

"What do you want?"

Under the threat of death, the middle-aged man compromised. Standing before him was not just danger, but the personification of death. He looked at me fearfully. "What do you want?"

"I want all the illegal loan contracts!"