There was no time to react.
No time to blink, the force of the punch was inhuman.
The man's jaw crumbled instantly a clean snap. His teeth were blasted from his mouth like shards of glass. His nose flattened, blood spurting violently out. His skull jerked sideways and slammed into his own shoulder as he collapsed to the floor, face-first, like a sack of bones dropped from a rooftop.
He didn't move again not even a twitch, Silence.
For a second, no one breathed. No one blinked. The only sound was the soft clinking of the man's teeth bouncing across the floor, one after the other, rolling slowly… then stopping near the boots of the next man in line.
Cora covered her mouth in shock. She had seen the footage of Oliver fighting before, but this....this was something else.
The remaining nine men froze, they looked at their fallen comrade his jaw twisted, his nose broken, his face a mess of blood and bone. Then, they looked back at Oliver.
