The thug doubled over, wheezing as the wind was knocked from his lungs.
But as he attempted to breathe, it quickly became clear that his lungs were in no state to take in any air!
Because they had been completely shredded by Alex's one punch!
It would only be a matter of time before he suffocated to death if he didn't receive help soon.
Of course, who would help him though?
Nobody.
His companions fumbled with their weapons, but Alex was already moving, weaving through them with precise, brutal efficiency.
One by one, he took them down — disarming them, breaking bones, leaving them in crumpled heaps on the ground.
Mira watched with a mix of amusement and boredom as Alex dismantled the gang, each move calculated, every strike effortlessly delivered.
When the last thug hit the ground, Alex straightened, glancing at Mira with a faint smirk.
"Satisfied?"
She shrugged, a playful glint in her eye.
