Philip took off his helmet and sneered, "Bro, I'm sorry." Lewis casually flicked the ashes from his cigarette, his expression unchanged even as the two bodyguards were badly injured and unable to get up. "You brought this on yourself, so you might as well practice," Lewis said, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it to extinguish it. He calmly took off his coat, loosened his shirt buttons, and stepped into battle mode. At that moment, one of the motorcycle men swung a knife at Lewis. Lewis suddenly became fierce, kicking the man and quickly catching him, pinning him against the car door. He snatched the knife from the man's hand and chopped off one of his fingers. The series of movements was fast and ruthless. The man screamed in pain as his finger fell to the ground. This action of Lewis shocked Philip, who paled and looked at Lewis with fear in his eyes. Holding a large knife, Lewis looked at Philip with bloodshot eyes, filled with killing int
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