42 Scumbag, Bitch, and a Good Person

The sturdy man reacted swiftly as well. He instantly noticed that Luke was swaying a lot quicker than he should be, and was thus robbed of the chance to draw his gun. The man's palm, which was already raised to his chest, turned into a fist as he punched right at Luke's head.

An expert!

Luke was alarmed at the realization.

This level of vigilance and flexibility in combat only proved that this guy was no ordinary street thug.

Luke was still nimble, however, so he abruptly bent even lower, dodging the incoming fist.

After he bent over, with half of his back to the man, both his hands shot out and grabbed the man's arm before locking it on his shoulder.

As Luke pushed with his legs, his shoulder shot up while his hands pulled down at the same time with even more force.

With a crack, the man's right arm was twisted grotesquely out of shape.

The man yelled while his left hand reached for the combat knife that hung at his waist.