The crowd at the scene thought that Declan had royally screwed up. With so many gangsters around him, even a punch from each of the ruffians would enough to kill him.
Both Esta and Lucius, who witnessed the commotion, shook their heads too. Declan just dug his own graves. In the daytime, he spewed stuff to them, yet they did not put the matter into their eyes. Why did Declan dare to offend Simon now?
"You have overestimated yourself!"
Declan looked at the group of gangsters rushing at him. He smiled frivolously and moved instantly.
Urgh!
"My hand!"
"My head!"
"My leg is broken. Help!"
Screams rose one after another. In the blink of an eye, the thirty or so gangsters huddled together, and howled in pain.
Everyone was shocked. There were more than thirty of them.
