Seeing one of Bruno's underlings rushing towards him, Leon didn't hesitate and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
The punch landed squarely on the henchman's face, sending him flying two or three meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
He remained motionless; he had fainted.
"One punch?"
"This is a tough one, we need more people to take him down!"
Seeing his underling knocked down by Leon with a single punch, Bruno called three of his men to rush forward.
Leon moved his feet and, before their fists could reach him, lunged forward and threw another punch at the guy in front.
"Bang!"
The punch was even faster, landing heavily on the guy's cheek. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, dazed.
Before the other two could react, Leon delivered a side kick, sending another person flying, and continued his actions.
A fluid hook punch landed on the last man's chin, and many people heard a crisp cracking sound.
"Ahhh!"
The guy knelt on the ground, clutching his chin and screaming in agony.
Many people could see that his jaw was deformed, either broken or dislocated.
In just two exchanges, Leon took down four people, stunning everyone; even Bruno looked on in disbelief.
Thierry was still rolling and wrestling on the ground with one of Bruno's henchmen when he suddenly heard the other party let out a scream.
It turned out that after Leon knocked down the four men, he took a chair and swung it hard at the man's head from behind.
After breaking free, Thierry seized the opportunity to knock the man unconscious with a few punches, and then went to help the others.
The situation at the bar took an instant turn, completely beyond Bruno's expectations.
The dozen or so men he had brought were his most capable fighters; they could easily sweep through an entire venue.
But who would have thought that such a remarkable person would emerge from this Garnier Crew bar!
He was such a good fighter; he took care of all of Bruno's men in no time.
"Damn it!"
Bruno cursed loudly, shoved the beauty in his arms away, reached for his waist, and pulled out a cleaver.
"Kid, I'll kill you!"
He charged angrily toward Leon, but the cleaver had only come halfway down when Leon stepped inside the swing, and the cold point of a military knife suddenly appeared against his throat.
Bruno froze instantly, his face trembled, and he dared not move.
"You, you..."
He looked at Leon, his face flushed, seeming very aggrieved, unable to even speak properly.
He hadn't even seen where the knife had come from!
"Put down the toy you're holding!" Leon said in a calm voice.
The sight of the sharp blade at their boss's throat immediately intimidated the crowd, and Bruno's henchmen dared not move.
Bruno felt incredibly frustrated and humiliated. He had come to cause trouble, but he hadn't expected things to develop to this point, completely out of his control.
He glared at Leon and said, "With so many people watching, I don't believe you dare to kill me."
"Otherwise, you'll go to jail too!"
This was Bruno's last act of defiance; a gangster had to rely on the law to protect himself.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Leon's blade suddenly dropped a foot, pointing directly at Bruno's big treasure!
Holy crap!
Bruno's eyes widened suddenly!
His body reacted instinctively; he spread his legs and jumped back.
He swore that this was the highest jump he had ever made in his life.
"Rip!"
The blade flashed. Bruno landed on the ground, his face pale and his legs weak. He lost his balance and squatted down. He looked down in a panic at the long slit in the front of his trousers and touched his groin with both hands.
Thankfully, his precious baby was still there!
Almost, just a tiny bit more, and he would have missed out on women for the rest of his life.
Thinking back on it, he was still terrified!
"Now you can listen to me, right?" Leon said calmly.
What could Bruno say? He nodded with a long face and said, "Boss, you have the knife, so you get to decide!"
"Take them all to the back!"
Leon ordered his men to lock these people up and interrogate them separately.
Then his gaze fell on Dmitri, who was struggling to sit up among the broken glass, the back of his head covered in blood.
Of all the men in that booth, this foreigner was the only one who had stood up.
"Bring him along too, and get someone to treat his wounds!" Leon said.
Two underlings quickly stepped forward and helped Dmitri to his feet.
Leon left with his men and prisoners, and everyone in the bar breathed a sigh of relief.
They had been so scared they didn't dare move, and now everyone was running out in a panic, too afraid to stay here any longer.
"Claire, let's hurry up and go!"
Nathalie said, supporting her best friend.
"My legs are weak, I can't walk anymore!"
Claire was pale and quite frightened. Leon had been standing not far from her when he drew the knife.
"Claire, how about I carry you on my back?"
Olivier rushed over at this moment, wanting to carry Claire away.
But Claire said with a forced expression, "No need, I'll rest here for a while! You guys go first!"
Although her tone was calm, her attitude was one of keeping people at arm's length.
She was really disappointed by the behavior of her colleagues. They had all cowered like turtles and just let her, a woman, be bullied. In the end, the only one who had stood up for her was a foreigner they had met this afternoon.
"Ah!"
The manager sighed helplessly, quickly settled the bill, comforted Claire with a few words, and then left with his group.
Among them was Olivier, who looked dejected, knowing that his relationship with Claire would only drift further apart.