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Chapter 109: Police Station
Author: Sage
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As soon as their leader gave the order, several of the hooligans peeled away from the main group and surrounded Lawrence, cutting him off from the middle-aged man. He didn't have the energy to care about anything else anymore, as five of them, gripping their steel pipes, let out angry shouts and charged him at once.

One lunged first, swinging his pipe in a wide, clumsy arc towards Lawrence's head. Lawrence didn't flinch. He raised his own pipe, meeting the attack head-on with a sharp, precise deflection.

CLANG!

The metallic ring echoed through the parking lot. The vibration from the impact traveled up the hooligan’s arm with brutal force. His grip, already slick with sweat, failed instantly. The pipe flew from his hand, clattering across the asphalt.

Using the opening, Lawrence didn't hesitate. He shifted his weight and swiped his pipe in a short, controlled arc, striking the man squarely on the shoulder joint.

THWACK!

"ARRGH!"

A sickening pop was followed by a scream of agony. The ma
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