Chapter 63: Beating the Mob

Jerome's lips curled into an amused smile. He hadn't expected Danny to be so direct, but it was right up his alley. Jerome nodded slightly, took a step forward, and moved to the center of the hall. The others instinctively took a few steps back, forming a semicircle to give the two enough space to fight. "Beware, fists and kicks have no eyes," Jerome reminded, then lunged at Danny like a leopard pouncing on its prey. His movements were swift and powerful, with muscles bulging on his thick arms, exuding the strength of steel. His tightly clenched fists, like heavy hammers, came whistling towards Danny. Danny stood his ground, and instead of evading Jerome’s storm-like attack, he raised his arm and firmly blocked it. Though Jerome's punch carried significant force, it seemed to lose its power in front of Danny, who stood unmoved, like an unshakable statue. "Just as I thought, you have decent strength and speed," Danny remarked with a smile, a hint of appreciation in his tone. Then he