Chapter 1652

One of the burly men swung his pipe and cursed, "How dare you stick your nose in Mr. Comstock's business, you punk? Do you have a death wish?" When he finished his sentence, a punch landed on his temple, and the impact made a dull thud. His body stiffened from the blow, and he fell straight to the ground. As the pipe clattered on the ground, Tommy picked it up and swung it to feel its weight. Holding it with one hand, he shouted at Jervey and the men with pipes. "Who the hell is looking for a fight? Bring it on." His roar was deafening with an unstoppable force. He looked like a warlord from medieval times, brimming with battle intent. Even though he was alone, he exuded the pressure of a legion. All the burly men were too scared to say anything. Some even took a step back without realizing. Watching the scene unfold, Jervey immediately pulled out his handgun and pointed its muzzle at Tommy. "You think you're tough, huh? Come on. Show me what you've got." Tommy's face turned pale