Ross's composure and the sudden turn of events sent ripples of doubt through them.
"Is this what you call tough?" Ross taunted, taking a step closer to the incapacitated goon. "I must say, I'm not impressed. If you're the best your cuck boss can send, then I'm really not worried."
The leader groaned, trying to muster the strength to retaliate, but the pain was overwhelming. "You… you won't get away with this!" he spat between gritted teeth, desperation seeping into his voice.
Ross leaned down, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Oh, I think I will. You see, you've made a grave mistake underestimating me. This world is far more dangerous than you can imagine, and you're about to learn just how unprepared you really are." He stood tall, towering over the goon leader, who could only glare back in helpless fury.
