720 DAYS IN PRISON, HE RETURNED INVINCIBLE

Chapter seventeen: Blood bath in the Bar

Jack's face turned a crimson shade of Jealousy and Fury, his fist trembling violently at the side.

"You think I fucking care about your pretty face!!" He Screamed— Gutteral and Feral. His arm shot forward like whip, a cocktail of rage, bitterness and jealousy of seeing the woman he had been chasing defending the nobody(killian) and that even made him detest Killian more.

Vivianne couldn't react quickly. Jack's fist was coming straight to condemn her Pretty face permanently.

Killian moved faster than anything with speed. With a single palm, he stopped the punch without even Breaking from the spot like a statue. The impact sounded like thunderclap. Jack stumbled back one step nearly losing his balance.

Killian didn't wait for that to happen. He went for his stomach with a powerful punch, breezing past Vivianne's side, her Hair flapping gently in the air.

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking echoed— sharp and wet. Jack's jaw was forced open, air forcing out of his Lung. His body flew back across the room, slammed against the wall and leaving a crack before dropping he dropped to the floor like a Sack of rotten potatoes. The Wall of the Bar shook, light flickered violently.

For about five seconds, the entire Bar fell into a stunned silence, the soft jazz sounded wrong. The thugs tensed, their expression crumbled fast in shock, Vivianne looked at Jack, all talk earlier now sprawled across the room like a ragdoll, and then she looked back to Killian who didn't even drop a single sweat after the retaliation. He simply tugged his shirt like he was unaware of his act.

Only the whimpering sound of Jack came through the silence, clutching his stomach, pain twisted in his expression. "Ahhh.." He planted his palm to the floor, pushing his weight up, each movement felt like a torment, inexplicable pain tearing through his shattered ribs. His elbow gave out sharply, blood spurted from his mouth. He wiped the blood off, pushing again and standing with everything left inside. His suit had wrinkled, blood smeared on the lapel and shirt. His expression twisted with pain and fury.

Killian glanced at him, then looked at five thugs who were now hesitant like they'd stepped into the wrong room, fear splitting their compose expression. Killian pointed at the Biggest one lazily. "I told you to pour my drink. You made me repeat myself." His voice was terrifyingly calm, his breath steady despite everything.

"What are you idiots waiting for!!" Jack Screamed, blood mixed with spit flying from him mouth. "Break his leg!"

The thugs, fueled by Jack's command and whatever he'd promised them afterwards regained their confidence again.

"Get ready to die!!" The Biggest guy who Killian commanded to serve him wine lunged forward, his fist cutting through the air with a low whistle. The Sheer size of his fist alone looks scary.

Killian didn't move, until the thug's fist was inch from his face. He parried, the fist cutting through the air where his head was before. He didn't retaliate. He did something else; With a smooth motion on his hand, he held the thug's arm gently, redirecting his attack with a fluid motion that almost looked choreographical but deadly. The thug couldn't halt his momentum, his eyes widened in horror watching his own hands walloped against the wall— a powerful punch with a crack.

BAM!

The impact sounded like Bomb Imploding. Dust and Wall fittings rained down.

"Ahhhh!!!" The thug screamed— visceral and painful. His fingers were crooked at nameless angles.

Killian didn't wait up. His palm closed on the back of his skull tightly. "I told you to serve my wine," he said. "You disobeyed."

BAM! BAM! BAM!

He smashed the thug's face against the wall in a series of battering attacks. Skull cracked, blood splashed all over the place. The thug wasn't moving again. His body slumped to the ground with a heavy thud.

The entire went into a deafening silence, frozen by the onslaught, even the Music finished playing at that moment like it'd just witnessed something terrifying than melody. This was a bloodbath.

Killian didn't wipe his bloodied hand. He turned. His expression had completely changed from an ordinary man to something really terrifying. Even Vivianne who was closer stepped backward instinctively feeling the chilling murderous Aura, Jack's painful Ribs vanished instantly seeing the big guy wasted on the floor, the four remaining thugs had completely melted in place, their body shaking visibly. One of them, the smaller pee in his pants without even knowing it.

They weren't going to fight against a man like this, and even running away now felt suicidal— both options were inconsiderable dangerous. They're trapped in their own Snare.

Killian pointed his bloody hand at them. "Who among you is coming next?" His voice dragged— lazy.

"Oh, my mama...oh my Mama" The smaller thug crumbled to his knee, shedding tears, his head snapping back and forth. ".. Please..let me go.. please..i will not come here again...this is my first time..." the words tumbled from his mouth, he was shaking with a panic-stricken face on the floor. The other thugs wanted to join him but they were pinned in place, stunned, too terrified to move.

Jack's chest hammered with fear. His trembling finger snapped at the thugs, screaming command that felt like a death sentence.

"Are you all crazy?!! Break his bone now!! I'll pay you double!!" He screamed in desperation.

Killian didn't look at the small thug whimpering on the floor. He looked at Jack intensely and Jack kneel buckled. It was like watching death Stare directly into your face.

"You brought in thugs to Catch a woman so you can rape her?" His voice was low— cold and humourless. "You're a dog. A crazy one."

He pointed at the thug on the floor. "You," he called. The thug's head snapped up. "What punishment does he deserve?"

"Punishment??" His voice cracked in fear. "He doesn't deserve to live..he doesn't.."

Killian nodded gently.

"All of you will, deal with him till he bleeds," Killian simply said. "He paid you for the Job. Finish it on him....OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU.." His voice hardened.

"Holy shit!!" Relief exploded on the smallie's face. He bolted from the floor, dashing to meet Jack in anger that justified survival.

"W— wat the fuck are you doing, Smallie?" Jack's voice trembled, dragging his feet back as the thugs he hired turned against him with predatory intents.

"I'm breaking your Jaw!!" Smallie's punch cracked against his jaw with everything he had inside like his life depended on it— Of course it did.

"Ahhh!!!" Jack's head snapped to the side, screaming in pain.

"I'm sorry...but I have to live." Another thug threw a powerful punch to his face. Jack's nose broke, his body reeled backward.

The third thug swept him off clean from the floor with one kick. Jack smashed his head against the marble, pain and blood and concussion exploded at once. They didn't allow him to scream before they descended on him.

Punch! Slap! Kick!

Vivianne's Chuckled despite the situation watching Jack scream as the thugs dealt with him.

"Hey!"

A voice cut through the room, carrying command.