"Well, well, another one with a death wish? Nice muscles. Hope they're not just for show."
The bald thug turned around, sizing up the shirtless Thor with a sneer.
He kicked Dave aside and hefted the baseball bat in his hand. "Boys, loosen up this blondie's bones!"
Thor wasted no words. He strode straight toward the five armed thugs.
Without his divine power, he couldn't even withstand a single punch from Jessica, but that didn't mean he would lose to a few pieces of street trash on Earth. He was the crown prince of Asgard, a warrior who had fought more than a thousand battles to the death!
"Die!" A thug swung a butterfly knife, viciously stabbing toward Thor's stomach.
Thor neither ducked nor flinched, his gaze ice-cold. Just as the blade was about to strike, he twisted sideways, clamped his powerful hand around the thug's wrist like an iron vise, and wrenched it hard.
Crack!
"Aaah-my hand!" The thug screamed, dropping his butterfly knife.
Without pausing, Thor drove a heavy knee into the thug's chest, sending him flying into a trash can, where he slumped unconscious.
"Fuck! This guy's tough! Get him together!" the bald thug roared. The remaining three rushed in at once with baseball bats and switchblades.
Thor sneered. Muscle memory honed through years of warfare sprang perfectly into action. He ducked beneath a sweeping baseball bat and slammed a fist into the chin of the thug on his left. With a crisp crack of bone, the man spat out teeth and blood.
Then he seized the knife-wielding arm of the thug on his right and executed a textbook shoulder throw, smashing the hundred-and-eighty-pound man onto the asphalt.
Thud! Even the ground seemed to shake.
A vicious glint flashed in the bald thug's eyes. Catching Thor between