As Blake slammed the gang leader to the ground, the crack of the man's nose breaking echoed through the club, and blood spurted from the wound, staining the floor crimson. The other men in the club reacted swiftly, drawing their guns and leveling them at Blake with trembling hands.
Ignoring the imminent threat, Blake smirked at the gang members, his confidence unwavering despite the odds stacked against him. "You lot aren't so bright, are you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.
In the blink of an eye, Blake's eyes flashed a fiery red, a menacing glow that sent shivers down the spines of the gang members. Tears of blood welled up in his eyes, but they never fell, defying the laws of gravity as they hung suspended in midair.
