Tony: I Want to Fight Ten at Once!

Tony's smile instinctively made the young thug leading the group uncomfortable. It was as if he could see a huge "Danger" hanging over his own head.

"Hahaha, how interesting. Out of America's population of over three hundred million, there must be people you know who know my name. Yet I'm standing right in front of you, and you know absolutely nothing about it. You even dared to provoke me."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to say that my name alone would scare you off, but... well, that actually was what I meant."

Tony completely lost it. He slapped his thigh hard and burst into laughter.

"What's so funny!" Unable to stand Tony talking to himself, the young thug shouted loudly as if to bolster his courage. "Even if you want to stand up for justice, you should first see whether you're qualified! You want to help this kid, but you're alone, and there are ten of us!"

As the young thug spoke, the thugs, including his so-called girlfriend, eagerly stepped forward and surrounded Tony.

Now Tony was the one surrounded by thugs, while the boy clutching a toy in his arms, who had been maliciously scammed by this group, had become a bystander.

Tony rapidly winked at the boy, signaling, Run now! Hurry!

However.

The boy seemed not to understand Tony's signal at all. Even without the thugs surrounding him, he still stood there blankly, staring blankly in Tony's direction.

Tony was practically starting to wonder whether the little brat had something wrong with his brain. He looked none too bright if he couldn't even understand such an obvious hint.

Just as Tony was considering how much force to use to teach these thugs a lesson, an excited smile suddenly bloomed across the boy's face. He raised a hand, pointed