I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

After saying that, Jack looked at her as if even glancing at her would dirty his eyes.

Clutching the wine bottle in his hand, he suddenly turned around.

He waved his hand forcefully at Collins and his companions, who had already stood up and were equally angry:

"Let's go! This place, and this guy, makes me want to vomit!"

Watching Jack and his friends stride away from the bar without a second thought, Zhang Han stood frozen in place.

The shame and frustration of the plan's complete failure.

The embarrassment of being verbally abused to one's face.

This caused Zhang Han's body to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

He meticulously planned to book the entire bar.

He hired a young, attractive woman at great expense.

He spent a considerable amount of money and effort, only to be met with such utter humiliation and rejection!

Especially Jack's last line, "Disgusting a hundred thousand times," was like a barbed poison hook, piercing the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Tearing and ripping repeatedly, leaving blood everywhere!

"Good...good...very good!"

Zhang Han gritted his teeth.

His eyes were twisted with resentment and madness.

He suddenly grabbed a glass of whiskey that was half full from the table and smashed it on the ground!

With a sharp "crash," shards of glass and amber-colored liquor splashed everywhere.

The girls he had invited in the booth screamed in fright and scattered.

But Zhang Han couldn't care less about anything at that moment; the humiliation and desire for revenge burned away his last bit of restraint.

He grabbed his coat, which was draped over the back of the chair, and staggered out of the bar.

As soon as he stepped outside, Zhang Han saw Jack and his group of tall figures, cursing and swearing as they walked along the street and turned into a darker alley ahead.

It looks like they're planning to take a shortcut home or go somewhere else.

A surge of anger suddenly rushed to Zhang Han's head.

He ran a few steps to catch up and stopped Jack and his group at the alley entrance.

"Hey! Jack! You're just leaving like that?"

Zhang Han's voice sounded particularly jarring on the night streets, carrying a deliberately exaggerated and mocking tone.

Jack stopped, his brow furrowed, his disgust undisguised as he said:

"What the hell do you want?"

Collins and his group also stopped, turned around, and stared at Zhang Han with unfriendly expressions.

Zhang Han forced a distorted smile, spread his hands, and said in a hypocritical tone:

"I didn't mean anything by it, Captain Jack. I just think... it's a real shame. Such a great opportunity, money, girls, solutions to problems... it was all laid out in front of you, and you just threw it all away for some laughable brotherhood?"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said with barely suppressed malice:

"Seriously, Jack, what are you pretending to be, this tough guy or the good guy?"

"Were you the one who called Bruce a muscle-bound idiot and a barbarian in the bar just now?"

"Are you the one who hates Duke's coach for being biased, and hates Bruce for stealing your thunder?"

"What, now you're playing the loyal and righteous captain? Who are you trying to fool?"

Jack's face instantly darkened.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

The alcohol and lingering anger were completely ignited by Zhang Han's words.

Seeing Jack's reaction, Zhang Han became even more enthusiastic.

He deliberately looked Jack up and down, chuckled, and continued in that sarcastic tone:

"If you ask me, you're just a coward. You want to be a prostitute and also want to have your cake and eat it too. You're jealous that Bruce stole your limelight, but you don't have the guts to do anything to change the situation. All you dare to do is drink cat pee and curse in the streets behind his back."

"I think Coach Duke is right, you're just not cut out to be a leader. The River Valley Cavaliers deserved to lose under your leadership!"

"That Bruce, although I hate him too, I have to admit, at least he's willing to take risks and fight, unlike you, who just hides behind your teammates and complains..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Jack let out a low growl, veins bulging on his forehead.

Zhang Han's words were like knives, precisely stabbing him in the most painful spot in his heart.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

Zhang Han not only didn't stop, but he got even more excited:

"Did I hit the nail on the head? Getting angry? Come on, you think you're so tough? You want to be a tough guy? Go ahead and try touching me! If you don't dare, you're my grandson!"

Jack felt the string that held his rationality in his mind snap gently.

The pressure of the past few days, the frustration of tonight, the stimulation of alcohol, and Zhang Han's continuous and extremely malicious provocations.

Jack's fists were a step ahead of his brain.

"Bang!"

A solid right hook landed hard on Zhang Han's left cheek!

Zhang Han never expected Jack to actually make a move.

Or rather, he underestimated the power of the punch and Jack's loss of control in his rage.

He felt a tremendous force strike him, and his left cheek throbbed with pain.

A buzzing sound came from my ears, and I lost my balance.

He staggered back several steps and fell hard on his backside.

A strong, metallic taste instantly filled my mouth.

"Jack!"

Collins and Harris cried out in surprise and rushed forward to stop Jack, who was still trying to rush forward.

Miller was also startled and quickly stepped between the two.

Jack was panting heavily, his eyes were red, and his fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The moment he threw that punch, he regretted it.

It's not that I regret hitting that bastard Zhang Han.

Instead, they regret that this might cause trouble for Friday's game.

Zhang Han shook his head and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw the bloodstains on the back of his hand.

Immediately, an expression of ecstatic joy, as if his scheme had succeeded, appeared on his face.

He slowly straightened up, without fighting back or even shouting.

She just stared intently at Jack with her eyes, which were slightly bright with excitement.

"Good...very good...Jack Davis...you're finished."

"We need to leave quickly."

Harris's voice was a little dry, and he realized that things had gotten out of hand.

The others quickly pulled the still-angry Jack into a dimly lit alley, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Zhang Han lay on the ground, took out his phone, and dialed 911.

"This is 911 emergency services. How can I help you?"

"Hey, listen up, I got beaten up! By a bunch of drunk, lawless students!"

"Hello sir, please take your time and tell me your location and other information."

"The location is outside the Flame Bar on 163rd Street in the River Valley neighborhood! Just a few minutes ago, a few guys, judging by their school uniforms, were River Valley Academy students, completely drunk, causing trouble and even hitting people!"

Are you injured? Do you need an ambulance?

"Yes! It's very serious! I'm dying! Please get the NYPD to dispatch officers immediately and arrange for the nearest precinct to arrest them! They're too dangerous!"

"Understood. We have received the report and will notify the patrol unit immediately. Could you describe the attacker's appearance?"

"There were four of them, tall and strong, led by a blond guy wearing a River Valley College football jacket! They headed east toward Oak Street! They were very agitated; I heard them yelling and shouting that they were going to find some fun! I'm worried they might hurt passersby or damage property! You'd better hurry!"

"We will handle this immediately. Please keep yourself safe and, if possible, stay away from the area. Patrol units will arrive as soon as possible."

"Hurry! We have to catch them!"

Zhang Han finished speaking in an almost shouting tone, then slammed the phone down.

He lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest, and my palms were covered in cold sweat from clenching my fists and the tension I had just felt.

But soon, a twisted pleasure replaced the tension, slowly growing from the bottom of my heart.

"Heh heh heh, fuck you Captain Jack Davis, you want to be a loyal teammate? You want to be a hero with principles?"

Zhang Han chuckled softly:

"Go talk to the NYPD!"