After feeling the impact of the handgun for himself, Ethan now had a much clearer understanding of its actual threat level.
He didn't waste another second.
Gripping the barbell bar tight, he lunged forward. The gang leader barely had time to blink before the steel rod punched clean through his skull. His eyes went wide, then blank, as blood sprayed in a sharp arc behind him.
The rest of the gang froze in horror.
Then panic hit.
They scattered in all directions, scrambling over each other to escape. After watching Ethan catch bullets with his bare hands and now kill their leader in a single strike, whatever courage they had left evaporated.
"Don't let a single one get away," Ethan said coldly. "Kill them all."
"Got it," Chris growled, already moving.
The others nodded and took off after the fleeing men.
