Lenny's tightened fist followed the man's face down to the ground, almost booking him a personal flight to the afterlife.
Panting due to the amount of energy he exerted to throw Fisk, he removed his hand from the last suited man's beat face.
"Ughhh…" The man groaned.
Lenny stood up and looked about the area.
'...My goodness, the efficiency max intelligence ties into fighting is almost scary,' he lampooned, but with glee.
Lola and Desiree held each other tightly, while Sonny cowardly forced himself closer to Desiree, their minds anxious about what Lenny was going to do next.
Johan gnashed his teeth as he looked up at Lenny, hatred, and anger burning in his eyes. However, he didn't dare say anything now the suited men were out of commission, lest, he might be the next target of Lenny's onslaught.
Lenny just smirked and asked, "What do you tell a guest that's about to leave?"
