Chapter 19

A fist flew toward Timothy from the side, but without even glancing at it, he casually caught the attacker's wrist and twisted his arm.

Then, with a swift kick to the chest, Timothy broke his ribs and sent him flying several feet away.

Timothy's movements gradually slowed. He walked through the crowd as if he were strolling, while the actions of those around him seemed to be happening in slow motion.

With each punch and kick, more bodies crumpled to the ground. The once chaotic scene grew quieter as the space was filled with unconscious men.

Delivering a final punch, Timothy sent the last opponent sprawling. Silence fell. Only two men remained standing—Timothy and Damien.

Damien's face was ashen as he quivered uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, staring at Timothy's back, and stammered, "Who… Who are you?"

Timothy stretched his neck, and the next second, he was right in front of Damien. His hand shot out, gripping Damien's throat.

"Tell me where my parents are. I don't want to ki