Ramon, as well as the rest of the thousands of syndicate members that had yet to rush inside the compound, abruptly turned their heads. The entire front line stared at the smoking wreckage in absolute, stunned disbelief.
The , hulking body of Jett—a man that was widely feared across the district as an immovable wall of muscle—had just gone flying backward through the air like a ragdoll. He had crashed violently into the reinforced side door of an armored SUV, completely caving in the heavy steel frame upon impact.
The physical feat that had just occurred was almost as visually impressive as what Ramon had done with the lifted vehicle at the very start of the siege. In a lot of ways, it was actually even more impressive to the seasoned street thugs watching. The Billion Bloodline group hadn't just fended off a random grunt; they had effortlessly swatted away the Black Hounds' strongest, most terrifying frontline attacker with a single strike.
