The Pinnacle Of Life

“Princess Fleur? I do not know of any dumb princess here. Get out of my way!” Alex Rockefeller snorted.

The bald guy became livid. “You insulted Princess Fleur!”

To which Alex smiled, “Who knows, that bitch of a princess? Why is she looking for me? Perhaps she is an escort at the club? Sorry, I am not interested.”

“Get him, brothers!”

Alex let out a curse and channeled his inner energy. The next second he was right in front of the bald guy.

Smack!

He slapped him, right across the face, with full force.

The bald guy did not expect Alex to take the offense and attack him first. He did not have time to react and was instantly on the floor, hacking out a few bloody teeth. His face had blown up, swollen like a pufferfish.

After putting one down, Alex did not wait. Instead, he charged toward the next person.

“Argh!”

“Get our weapons! Surround him!”

A few went back to their cars and got batons, sticks, and blades. Upon their return, however, a few of their comrades were lying on the floor, grabbing their legs and moaning in pain.

Their legs had been broken.

“Argh!”

charged at Alex and hit

flinch. He grabbed onto the club and turned it on

skull now added to Alex’s long list

it still felt too heavy-handed.

Whoosh!

sliced

that he could clearly

hard with the

Clank!

away, embedding itself deep into the M8’s

head and

Bam!

he was brutally knocked out by Alex, who smacked his head

in the blink of

a murderous aura and were no stranger to brawls, skirmishes, blood, and gore. They did not expect things to turn out like this. Facing Alex, they were nothing but little

Alex, once again, rushed toward his

let us talk!” Someone swung

Clank!

the club onto his leg, and breaking it. “We will talk after we

Another leg was broken.

eh? Who do

And another.