Chapter 34- Bar fight.
When I turned around to the fat drunkard that was blocking my way. I was greeted with a sucker punch right across the face.
He hit me in my precious money maker! How dare he!
"Hehe haha." The drunkard laughed as he saw me trying to get up off the floor.
He really did pack a wallop, but I guess it makes sense since he isn't human.
All the other patrons that were gathered around started jeering and hollering, egging the fat drunkard on. Even the so-called boss has simply faded to the background.
'tch' This was going to be annoying. I really only wanted to get a drink and instead I had to deal with a bunch of drunk pups.
That's right everyone here was a werewolf or at least they smelled like wolves. But at the same time they smelled a bit different than werewolves not that I had ever met another werewolf before.
I got up looked around at all the roudy patrons and then finally looked back at the fat drunkard.
I smiled, and then slowly took my coat off letting everyone see my arms. When my jacket was off I walked over to an empty bar stool and neatly folded and set it down.
"What the fuck happened to his arms."
"Damn that's gnarly."
I heard a couple of the surrounding guests murmur, which made me a little annoyed.
I readied myself and looked back at the fat drunkard who was now finishing this beer. With a loud burp and crash as he threw the cup down, he readied himself.
We didn't need any words, not anymore.
The drunkard charged at me with his fists raised. He swung with full force at my face again.
Not wanting to get hit in my precious money maker again I swiftly dodged out of the way. he seemed surprised that I could dodge it.
Heh this wasn't even going to be a warm up.
I planted my foot into the ground, clenched my fist and swung. Not as hard as I could since that would kill him. I swung and connected right across his jaw.
"CRACK!"
A loud crack resounded throughout the bar as the fat drunkard jaw broke. He fell to the floor with a broken jaw and knocked out cold.
I looked at his body then around the room, making sure to look every guest in the eye at least once.
"Who's next." I said with a smile.
I didn't want to fight anymore but honestly at this point I didn't really care. If they wanted to continue fighting than I was going to fuck them all up.
It was like a damn broke.
The rest of the guests looked around at each other and than charged at me with their fists at the ready.
'It seemed that they were going to ride or die with their so called boys.'
FIVE MINUTES LATER...
Every single person was on the ground rolling in agony or knocked out. They were all pretty much weaklings.
I turned to the alpha of the pack who just sat I the corner, nursing a glass of whiskey. He didn't mover throughout the entire fight which lasted about fifteen minutes.
"So are you going to fight me as well or are you going to just keep sipping that whiskey." I asked.
"Hmm. Oh I was just enjoying the show... Are you done now Mr. World Traveler." He said.
His words stopped me in my tracks. Who the fuck was this man and how did he know that I went to a different world.
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