Chapter 217 - Relieving Stress (2/2)

Laz reached over to the hand that was sitting on his shoulder and squeezed, causing the man's arm to stiffen up like a board of wood. On top of that, Laz was able to push the entire man backwards using only the slight grip he had on his hand. The man had no choice but to move the way Laz wanted him to since if he had tried to fight it, it would have dislocated his shoulder.

”Ah. You know what? I was feeling pretty shitty before, but this night seems to have gotten better. You wanted my bike, right? And my life, eh? I hope you can afford it. The down payment is huge.”

Without waiting for an answer, Laz jerked his hand quickly, dislocating the large man's shoulder and kicked out, hitting him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. The group was dead silent at this exchange, not knowing what had happened. By all rational reason, a guy Laz's size should not have been able to beat the big man so quickly.

”F.U.C.K GOD!!! F.U.C.K HIM UP YOU C.O.C.K LICKERS!” The man screamed as he tried to get himself off the ground. Hearing his yelling, the others charged over, using bats, chains, knives and other various small weapons.

Laz barely flinched.

Ducking down, the bat swung over his head while his foot shot back, taking his attacker form behind in surprise and sending him off. Laz then came up quickly, the back of his head hitting the bat swinger in the chin and causing his head to fly up, while his body dropped back like a board of wood. Laz then stepped to the side to avoid a knife stab while chopping down after having extended a foot to trip the attacker, causing him to fall on his own knife and stab himself in the stomach. Laz then proceeded to face the other attackers one or two at a time. He never used big movements or even much effort, he just turned each of their attacks against themselves.

The guy with the pipe tried to swing it downward, Laz grabbed hold and redirected it, causing the guy to hit himself in the balls.

The idiot with the brass knuckles got to hit himself in the face.

Another knife user stabbed himself in the leg.

Of course, then came the guy with the hand gun. He didn't seem to even give a shit when he pulled the trigger, only to find Laz had taken a step to the left. When he pulled it again, Laz again dodged, this time taking a step to the right. Much to his horror, Laz seemed unconcerned as he walked towards the man, dodging two more shots before he was close enough to touch the gun itself. With a simple downward push, the gun ended up on the guy's leg and this time, Laz forced him to pull the trigger, causing him to shoot himself. Although the guy tried to jerk the gun at the last minute, he still shot himself in the foot. With another quick twist from Laz, the gun was now shoved into the guys crotch. Noticing this, he quickly looked up at Laz with pleading eyes while shaking his head no, only to see Laz smile at him and shake his head yes.

Bang.

The guy passed out from the stress without making a noise, so whether he had blown his own d.i.c.k off wasn't known.

By the time he was done, twelve men were laid out on the ground with various degrees of injury, however each of them was still alive. Laz was sorely tempted to kill them all, parts of him even d.e.s.i.r.ed to do so, but he held back. There was no sense in getting any attention on him at this moment, even if he was going to be leaving.

'Guess maybe just regular humans aren't even worth my time anymore. Pity there have been no demon beast attacks around here.' Laz could only shake his head with this thought before he had another.

'Am I starting to love violence or something?' It was a chilling thought.

As Laz got on his bike and kick started it, one of the younger looking girls made her way over to him.

”Hey. She might not be your type, but what about me, baby? I promise you won't regret it.” She looked at Laz while running her hand along his leather covered arm. Obviously she was already turned on by watching him fight earlier. He had seen it before.

”I might not regret it, but that doesn't mean I would live long after. I can think of at least four girls who would kill me if I took you up on that offer. But you obviously want something more than what's waiting here for you. So get the hell out of this town and never look back. If we ever meet again, I'll buy you a drink and listen to your story,” Laz promised her. He then put on his helmet and started riding off.

”MY NAME'S FAITH” She screamed at the disappearing figure.

”LAZ,” was the last thing she heard as he disappeared down the road.