Chapter 74: Won

Everyone turned pale. Clang! An iron rod slipped from someone's hand and clattered on the ground. Fight? None of them had the guts. Damon Barlow's ferocity was beyond anything they had imagined. Going up against a brute like that was suicide. Just look at the guy he rammed-what a mess. Hearts pounded all around. John, bolder than the rest, stepped out, pointed at Damon, and snarled, "Kid, do you even know who you hit? You're a mere country bumpkin. After beating up so many of us, you're begging...