If the opponent actually made a move, the muscle man wasn't going to back down. He could easily defeat three to five people in one go, not to mention knocking out the skinny shortie in front of him.
Zayn's gaze turned icy. He moved sideways to dodge his attack and grabbed the muscle man's wrist.
When the muscle man wanted to retract his arm, he realized that his wrist was tightly clamped. No matter how hard he tried to break free, he remained motionless. As his opponent slowly exerted force, the pain from his wrist grew intense.
"Let me go, you son of a b*tch!"
While cursing out loud, he raised his other hand and slapped Zayn's face.
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