"You, a tin can dressed like some cheap knockoff action figure, dare stick your nose into the Falcone Family's business?"
The bald drug dealer spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground and pressed the Remington shotgun in his hands straight against Dave's chest.
In a dark, damp alley in the East End, five heavily armed gang enforcers surrounded Dave. Two homeless men lay on the ground, their faces swollen and bruised from a beating.
"I'm not a tin can." Dave took a deep breath, his eyes icy beneath his mask.
"I don't give a damn what you're called! Die, freak!"
Bang!
The deafening gunshot exploded through the narrow alley, its flash lighting up the brick walls.
A shotgun blast at point-blank range could tear a wild boar to pieces. A cruel grin had already spread across the bald dealer's face as he prepared to enjoy the sight of the red-and-gray figure being blasted into bloody pulp.
Yet when the gunsmoke cleared...
Dave had not moved back a single step.
Only a faint white mark remained on the carbon nanotube fibers covering the chest of his Redscale armor. The non-Newtonian fluid buffer gel had perfectly absorbed the tremendous kinetic energy.
"How... how is that possible?!" The bald dealer's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he fumbled to rack the pump-action fore-end and chamber another round.
"Remember. The man punishing you is called Nightlight."
Dave's voice was utterly flat.
Rather than retreat, he lunged forward like a cheetah, instantly closing inside the bald dealer's reach!
When you're outmatched in strength, don't pit muscle against muscle. Go for the joints! Yang Ming's hellish lessons flashed through his mind.
Dave's left hand clamped like an iron vise around the dealer's right wrist. Using his opponent's momentum, he twisted sharply to