Chapter 550: Chapter 544: Tycoon

At the youth’s word, seven or eight people around immediately stood up from their seats. However, Finn Lewis made no move, but squinted and stared hard at these men. The man who had just been splashed in the face with coffee by Lewis was not the one who had earlier wished death upon him. It appeared he was following this youth’s orders.

Those who had just tried to surround Lewis were sitting with the youth. But now, it was all the youth’s bodyguards who had surrounded him. Each of them showed a varying degree of muscularity, but Lewis was not just going to sit and await death. Perhaps, before penetrating the second six-dimensional space, he might have been afraid. But now…

“Beat him so hard that I’ll take the blame if he dies,” the youth leading them commanded in Belmare Country’s language. Although not many people here understood it, unfortunately for them, Lewis was one of them. Having heard the youth’s orders, Lewis sneered and immediately pounced in the left direction.

Just like in the movies, where one person is attacked by seven or eight, but the attackers didn’t attack all at once. Instead, they would get knocked down one by one by the protagonist. This doesn’t happen in reality. In reality, one has only one choice to avoid attacks. They surrounded him, but he could focus his attack on one person or one direction.

As long as you’re fast enough, you only need to face one or two people at a time. Lewis’s movements were swift. He dashed directly toward a man on his left, who probably never expected to encounter such a strong-willed person in an ordinary café.

With Lewis’s speed, he was in front of him in a blink of an eye. His right fist struck the man directly at an tricky angle into his chest, while his left hand instantly grabbed the man’s arm, which was subconsciously blocking his front, and twisted it with force.

A crisp “snap” resonated, followed by Lewis’s fist heavily hitting the man right in the chest. WiWith a muffled hum, the man staggered back a couple of steps. This was the result of Lewis holding back. Otherwise, one punch from Lewis could have broken the man’s ribs, and if the broken ribs had punctured his heart, not even a god could save him.

Subsequently, with a swift roundhouse kick, Lewis fiercely kicked a jumping figure next to him. A dull thud echoed as Lewis’s roundhouse kick moved too fast, even leaving a shadow in the air. The approaching figure couldn’t react in time and got kicked away by Lewis.

All these actions seemed complicated, but from the moment Lewis started to swing his fists to the moment he kicked the man flying, it only took a few seconds. Many customers couldn’t react quickly enough and found that Lewis, like a cheetah, was already deep within the crowd.

It was now that the people in the restaurant let out a shriek, with most of them rushing outside; those who couldn’t get out hid far away and watched from a distance.

Lewis’s movements were swift, efficient, and ruthless, with almost all his attacks targeting vital body parts. Despite the bodyguards’ proficiency, Lewis’s skills, forged through life and death situations, were on another level entirely.

With a “thud”, Lewis smashed the last bodyguard onto a table nearby, cracking the solid redwood table into fragments. The bodyguard grunted twice before lying motionless. Lewis did not hesitate and continued. Although not fatal, these bodyguards likely would be bedridden for the rest of their lives.

“Don’t move!” As Lewis was about to approach the two men, a group of men barged in. With the increase in recent attacks around the country, key areas were staffed with armed police. Likewise, lively pedestrian streets like Well King were no exception.

So the police’s response was swift. From the moment they received a call about a dispute to their arrival, it didn’t take longer than three minutes. But in that short span, seven robust men were already lying on the ground, with a few of them continuously spitting blood from the corner of their mouths, clearly heavily injured.

The scene was extraordinarily horrifying. The incoming officers felt their scalps tingle when they saw the scene. The caller had said that only one man had started the fight. He had taken down seven professional bodyguards in less than three minutes.

All the men lying on the floor sustained fatal injuries. The police officers held up their guns instinctively, aiming at Lewis. From their perspective, Lewis was a dangerous character, an extremely dangerous one.

“Raise your hands where we can see them, lie down on the table, now,” barked the older officer.

“Hey, could you at least ask about the situation? It’s clear that I’m the victim. There were seven of them attacking me.” Lewis retorted while raising his hands; he would do anything to avoid ending up in the station.

“Sir, we are from Belmare Country. We came to the Flame Nation for business observation. We were dining here today when this man attacked us without thinking. Please, Officer, investigate this thoroughly,” the youth leading them spoke. He had never imagined that he and his seven professional bodyguards would be taken down by just one man, Finn Lewis.

At that moment, the police officers arrived and he sighed in relief. At least their guns would be faster than Lewis, he thought. That is if only he knew, Lewis was not afraid of bullets. His expression would have been priceless. However, for now, he felt safe.

Upon hearing the youth’s broken Flame Nation language, the older officer felt a headache coming. Although there were many foreigners in Well King, he had not expected to encounter this kind of issue so quickly. These matters were never small. He immediately radioed for back-up.

A few minutes later, seven or eight SWAT officers with rifles rushed into the café. The normal customers had already been escorted out. As the officers from Belmare Country were about to exit, Finn Lewis spoke up: “Wait, shouldn’t we first understand the situation here?”