Chapter-140

The restaurant's entrance had become a battleground, an unlikely arena where an ordinary frying pan had transformed into an impervious shield in the hands of the enigmatic owner. As tensions escalated and Fatty Jack's curses filled the air, Sin's intervention, though well-intentioned, had only added to the volatility of the situation.

With Sin's left fist hurtling towards him, the owner displayed the same uncanny agility that had allowed him to defend against the previous assault. In a fluid motion, he pivoted, keeping the frying pan between him and Sin. It was a remarkable display of control and anticipation.

As Sin's clenched fist made contact with the frying pan, the resulting impact was astonishing. The metallic clang was almost deafening, and for a moment, it seemed as though the very laws of physics had been suspended. Sin, taken aback by the bizarre resilience of the pan, felt a tingling shock run through his arm, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

But the most extraordinary part of this encounter was yet to come. Before Jack could react, the owner delivered a swift, stinging slap to his cheek while still holding the frying pan in the middle of him and Sin's fist. The force of the blow rendered Jack instantly unconscious, leaving him in a state of helplessness, his world going dark in an unexpected turn of events.

Then with a swiftness that defied explanation, the owner's face suddenly loomed before Sin, his youthful features now contorted with anger and frustration. In a surprising and almost playful gesture given the circumstances, he extended his finger and flicked Sin squarely on the forehead.

The result was nothing short of astonishing.

Sin, propelled by the force of the owner's flick, was sent hurtling backward with an intensity that defied reason. His body smashed through the restaurant's exterior wall, sending shards of glass and debris scattering into the road. It was a scene of chaos and destruction that unfolded in an instant.

As if in slow motion, Sin soared through the air, his limbs flailing as he crashed through the restaurant's exterior like a human cannonball. The night air whistled past him as he collided with the unforgiving asphalt of the road beyond. The impact was both jarring and painful, and for a moment, Sin lay there, dazed and disoriented, surrounded by the wreckage of the restaurant's wall.

Inside the restaurant, a stunned silence had descended. The owner, still clutching his trusty frying pan, slowly lowered it.

Slowly, Sin began to regain his senses. Groaning in pain, he tried to push himself up from the unforgiving asphalt, his body aching from the impact. His clothes were torn, and his forehead throbbed from the flick that had sent him hurtling through the restaurant wall.

As Sin struggled to his feet, he couldn't help but wonder about the extraordinary power that the owner seemed to possess. It was a power that defied explanation and left more questions than answers. The restaurant's wall, now bearing the unmistakable imprint of Sin's impromptu exit, served as a stark reminder of the bizarre encounter that had unfolded within its confines.

The surreal and bewildering encounter at the restaurant had taken an even stranger turn as Sin, struggling to regain his footing after being sent crashing through the establishment's exterior wall, found himself in a situation beyond his wildest imagination.

The restaurant owner, a figure shrouded in mystery and possessing inexplicable abilities, seemed to defy the laws of physics. Before Sin could fully process the events that had just transpired, the owner was enveloped in a strange, ethereal energy that seemed to warp space itself. In a fraction of a second, he materialized in front of Sin, his youthful visage now a mask of unyielding determination.

From an outsider's perspective, it might have appeared as though the owner was extending a helping hand to the disoriented and battered Sin. However, this was far from the case. With a speed and precision that defied comprehension, the owner's hands closed around Sin's arms, and in one fluid motion, he executed a maneuver that defied both reason and expectation.

Rather than assisting Sin to stand, the owner propelled him once again toward the restaurant's shattered wall. It was an act of astonishing strength and intent, as Sin's body hurtled through the air, unable to resist the force that was propelling him forward. His trajectory was unforgiving, and the outcome was all too predictable.

With a resounding crash, Sin collided with the already damaged wall, his body taking the full brunt of the impact. The sound of stone and debris colliding echoed through the night, adding to the surreal nature of the scene. The remnants of the restaurant's wall crumbled around Sin, and a cloud of stone dust billowed into the air, obscuring him from view.

When the dust finally settled, Sin's form lay sprawled on the ground, his body battered and bruised from the relentless assault. The rubble from the damaged wall had cascaded down upon him, further adding to the sense of desolation that now surrounded him. It was a sight that left those who had witnessed the event in a state of shock and disbelief..

The owner, his earlier display of concern and regret seemingly forgotten, stood over Sin's prone form. His eyes bore a cold intensity, and his youthful countenance was now etched with an enigmatic resolve. It was clear that there was more to him than met the eye, and his actions had left no room for doubt regarding the depths of his capabilities.

As Sin groaned, struggling to regain consciousness amidst the wreckage, the owner's intentions remained an enigma. What had driven him to such extreme measures, to utilize his otherworldly powers in this manner? The early noon had taken on an eerie and unsettling quality, and the mysteries surrounding the restaurant owner had deepened to an extent that was beyond comprehension.

Once more, the owner disappeared and reappeared with a fluidity that defied the laws of physics. Sin, still struggling to recover from the previous devastating assault, found himself at the mercy of this mysterious individual. Before he could react, the owner's hands closed firmly around his throat, lifting him off the ground with an effortless display of strength.