Chapter 73 - Losing Control

Regis's fists flew quickly, striking precisely at the weak points on his opponents' bodies.

He didn't give his three opponents a chance to touch him. Within seconds, the three men who had laughed at him were kneeling, clutching the areas Regis had struck.

Regis's lips curled into a sneer. He grabbed one opponent's hair, forcing his face upward.

He punched the man's face repeatedly until thick red blood streamed from his nose. The man was left utterly defeated and helpless.

Regis then turned his attention to a middle-aged man curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain from Regis's earlier blow.

"Please forgive me, Sir," the middle-aged man, who had mocked Regis with the bald man earlier, begged.

They hadn't expected the man they had underestimated to have such excellent martial arts skills. They never knew Regis held a black belt in taekwondo.