Chapter 275 One-Night Stand

• Seeing the gangsters charge, Finnian let out a hearty laugh. Instead of backing off, he lunged forward, snatched the stick from the closest punk’s hand, then snapped a kick that sent the guy sprawling.
• With a stick in hand, Finnian gave it a few casual swings. The stick seemed to come alive, cutting the air with a whoosh; his form was leagues sharper than those punks’, like night and day.
• The remaining three punks, emboldened by their numbers, didn’t flinch. They rushed him, weapons raised, bringing them down at Finnian menacingly.