Rise of the Dragon Lord: Supernatural Awakening

Chapter 008

FOUGHT WITH THE GANGSTERS

The street was chaotic. The gangsters surrounded the car, their faces looking deadly and ready for action. 

They swung their weapons in the air, some with Cutlass and axe, while some were with the baseball bat. They smirked wickedly at the car before them. 

Nothing rings in their ears than —Destruction.

“What are you waiting for? Get to work immediately!" Someone bellowed. The voice belonged to the leader, the voice oozing with authority and power. 

The gangmen smirked even harder. The order they had been waiting for. They ran towards the car like a mad dog and their weapon swinging wildly as they smashed the vehicle with brutal force. 

The sound of metal crunching and glass shattering filled the air, each hit sending vibrations through the car’s frame. 

The young lady screamed and clutched onto her seat, her face contorted with fear, while the driver bent down, trying to shield himself from the flying debris.

Ethan sat in the backseat, his golden eyes glowing faintly as he assessed the situation. The car was taking a beating, its body now riddled with dents and cracks. 

He knew they couldn’t stay inside and neither could they outside. It was only a matter of time before the gangsters broke through. 

He reached for the door handle, but the door was badly deformed, and jammed shut due to the consecutive hits. 

“Stay here,” he said to the young lady, his voice calm but firm. “I’ll handle this.”

He took a deep breath, summoning the power that surged within him. With all his strength  and power, he gripped the edge of the car door and ripped it clean off its hinges. The sound of tearing metal was deafening, and upon seeing this, the gangsters froze for a moment, their eyes wide with shock.

Ethan stepped out of the car, the mangled door still in his hand. His golden eyes blazed like a burning flame, casting an eerie glow over the scene. 

The gangsters stared at him, their confidence wavering as they took in his imposing figure and the fury and rage in his eyes.

Ethan's angry gaze settled on the gangsters, his eyes moving from one person to another. He glanced at the weapons in their hands, and chuckled wickedly. 

For a moment, no one moved.  Then, the leader of the group came out. A hulky figure, the aura oozing from him was demanding and authoritative. 

“Who is this idiot? Do you really think we will be afraid because you pulled out a door?” He glanced at his cohorts, and yelled, “What are you waiting for? Deal with this idiot! Break all his bones!” 

One of the gangsters let out a yell and charged at him, swinging his bat with all his might. 

Ethan, who didn't bother saying a word, shot himself ready, picked the car door as a shield, deflecting the blow with ease. The bat hit the metal with a loud clang, but Ethan didn’t flinch. 

With a swift motion, he swung the door, slamming it into the gangster’s side and sending him flying into a nearby wall.

The other gangsters went wide-eyed  at the scene, they couldn't believe how he handled the attack easily. 

They hesitated to attack, their confidence fading as they realized Ethan wasn't an ordinary being.

The gang leader couldn't believe it either, everything took him by surprise. But he wasn't ready to back down. 

“Attack, everybody!" He yelled at the top of his voice, “Let's see how he's going to survive this!" 

They attacked aggressively, rushing towards Ethan in unison. 

 Ethan ready, moved like a whirlwind, using the car door as both a shield and a weapon. He knocked one gangster to the ground with a single swing, then turned and delivered a powerful kick to another, sending him sprawling to the ground. 

The sound of baseball bats hitting the car door echoed through the street, each impact ringing out like a bell. 

But Ethan was unstoppable. 

He moved with precision and speed, his golden eyes glowing brighter with every strike. The gangsters tried to surround him, but he was always one step ahead, his movements accurate and calculated.

One by one, the gangsters fell, their bodies hitting the ground with heavy thuds. Some tried to run, their fear overcoming their loyalty to the gang. 

But Ethan, with a deadly expression, wasn’t about to let them escape. He chased them down, his movements impossibly fast. With a series of precise strikes, he broke their legs, leaving them writhing in pain on the ground.

As he turned back to the car, he noticed something that made his blood run cold. One of the gangsters had slipped past him and was now trying to drag the young lady out of the car. She struggled against him, but he was too strong, his grip was firm. 

“Help me! He wants to kill me!” Rebecca tried to shout, her heart racing in fear. 

Ethan's eyes narrowed, his golden eyes shone dangerously. He broke off a jagged piece of the car door and hurled it like a throwing knife. The shard of metal flew through the air with the perfect and deadly accuracy, striking the gangster in the throat. He let out a painful cry and collapsed, his hands clutching onto his neck. 

Ethan rushed to the young lady’s side, his movements fast. He pulled her close, shielding her with his body as he scanned the area for any remaining threats. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

She shook her head, her eyes wide with fear and gratitude. “I’m okay,” she whispered. “Thanks to you.”

Ethan nodded, his expression grim. He knew this wasn’t intentional. He knew someone had sent them. 

The gangsters were down, but he needed answers. He turned his attention to the leader of the group, who was lying on the ground, clutching his side and groaning in pain.

Ethan walked over to him, his golden eyes burning like fire. He grabbed the leader by the collar and hauled him to his feet. 

The man struggled, but he was no match for Ethan Strength.

“Who sent you?” Ethan demanded, his voice cold and commanding.