Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows

Chadwick's minions lunged towards Clarence, some even drawing their switchblades. 

Clarence's eyes narrowed. 

With his understanding of human acupuncture points—although the minions were strong and sturdy, one well-placed strike to their acupuncture points would render them powerless. 

Clarence was like a swimming fish, weaving in and out of the crowd.

One strike here, one strike there… He was like a martial arts master!

Once he was done with his swift, tactical strikes, Chadwick's minions were all lying on the ground, unable to move even an inch. 

"How did you do that?"

Chadwick looked as if he had just seen a ghost. "Get up! Get up, quit playing dead! You're all f*cking trash, what do I even pay all of you for?"

Chadwick thought his minions had to be putting on an act. There was no way!

Just a light touch and they had all fallen to the ground? What a joke.