Tony, in a cheerful mood after leaving Anna's house, sat in a fast-food joint in town, enjoying his breakfast with beans, sausages, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, and toast on a large white plate, accompanied by a glass of milk.
Tony's portion was meant for two adults, but he devoured it with gusto.
Since the integration of ant strength, Tony not only became healthier but also developed a larger appetite.
The strength he currently possessed wasn't just a simple integration from the system; it required a substantial energy source to sustain. Human energy comes from the food they consume daily.
Having finished his high-calorie breakfast for a fresh start to the day, Tony's body and spirit were full of vitality as he walked to the diner's parking lot to retrieve his car.
Surprisingly, Tony bumped into Carlos and a few of his friends there.
Upon seeing Tony, Carlos's gaze turned dark. Leading a few of his friends, Carlos approached Tony.
Tony noticed Carlos and his friends advancing towards him, blocking his way.
He sensed that trouble was about to unfold.
Tony looked at Carlos and asked, "What's the matter?"
Carlos, seeing that Tony showed no fear and dared to question him, felt a bit uneasy and said, "Seems like you don't understand your situation?"
"What situation? Do you think you and your guys can do anything to me?" Tony replied impolitely.
Carlos was a bit puzzled. Tony, at this moment, had the courage to speak to him like this.
In their previous encounter at the barbecue restaurant, Carlos believed that Tony's confidence came from having his close friend Max and his girlfriend Young by his side. In front of his girlfriend, how could one appear weak?
Additionally, at that time, they were inside the restaurant, and it wasn't suitable to act violently.
That's when Tony mustered the confidence to confront him.
However, today Carlos still saw a calm and fearless Tony.
"Carlos, no need for much talk. It dared to speak to you like that, give it a beating first," Bard glanced at Tony and ruthlessly said to Carlos.
Carlos couldn't understand how Tony, who had been blocked by him and a few others, showed no signs of fear but instead dared to provoke them.
Carlos felt a bit infuriated.
Hearing Bard's words, Carlos made a gesture, and Bard and Carlos's friends understood what to do.
They probably weren't short of experience in dealing with situations like this.
Bard and Carlos's friends, with sinister smiles, approached Tony menacingly.
Bard took the lead.
Bard was like Carlos's loyal and dedicated hunting dog.
Anything he did was for Carlos's benefit and reputation.
Bard didn't know when he had equipped himself with brass knuckles, enhancing the impact of his bear-sized fists, a supplementary weapon for effective punches in street fights.
Bard didn't hold back and ruthlessly aimed a punch at Tony's head.
Seeing Bard taking action without any hesitation, Tony wouldn't go easy on someone like him.
Bard's punch seemed lightning-fast in the eyes of the onlookers.
Tony, with the calculating abilities of an ant, had already planned Bard's movements in advance.
Tony simply moved his body aside, effortlessly avoiding the incoming punch.
"What?" Bard couldn't believe that Tony evaded his punch. Then Bard felt a sudden, unexpected pain.
Tony, in a cheerful mood after leaving Anna's house, sat in a fast-food joint in town, enjoying his breakfast with beans, sausages, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, and toast on a large white plate, accompanied by a glass of milk. Tony's portion was meant for two adults, but he devoured it with gusto.
Since the integration of ant strength, Tony not only became healthier but also developed a larger appetite. The strength he currently possessed wasn't just a simple integration from the system; it required a substantial energy source to sustain. Human energy comes from the food they consume daily.
Having finished his high-calorie English breakfast for a fresh start to the day, Tony's body and spirit were full of vitality as he walked to the diner's parking lot to retrieve his car. Surprisingly, Tony bumped into Carlos and a few of his friends there.
Upon seeing Tony, Carlos's gaze turned dark. Leading a few of his friends, Carlos approached Tony.
Tony noticed Carlos and his friends advancing towards him, blocking his way. He sensed that trouble was about to unfold.
Tony looked at Carlos and asked, "What's the matter?"
Carlos, seeing that Tony showed no fear and dared to question him, felt a bit uneasy and said, "Seems like you don't understand your situation?"
"What situation? Do you think you and your guys can do anything to me?" Tony replied impolitely.
Carlos was a bit puzzled. Tony, at this moment, had the courage to speak to him like this. In their previous encounter at the barbecue restaurant, Carlos believed that Tony's confidence came from having his close friend Max and his girlfriend Young by his side. In front of his girlfriend, how could one appear weak? Additionally, at that time, they were inside the restaurant, and it wasn't suitable to act violently. That's when Tony mustered the confidence to confront him. However, today Carlos still saw a calm and fearless Tony.
"Carlos, no need for much talk. It dared to speak to you like that, give it a beating first," Bard glanced at Tony and ruthlessly said to Carlos.
Carlos couldn't understand how Tony, who had been blocked by him and a few others, showed no signs of fear but instead dared to provoke them. Carlos felt a bit infuriated.
Hearing Bard's words, Carlos made a gesture, and Bard and Carlos's friends understood what to do. They probably weren't short of experience in dealing with situations like this.
Bard and Carlos's friends, with sinister smiles, approached Tony menacingly.
Bard took the lead. Bard was like Carlos's loyal and dedicated hunting dog. Anything he did was for Carlos's benefit and reputation.
Bard didn't know when he had equipped himself with brass knuckles, enhancing the impact of his bear-sized fists, a supplementary weapon for effective punches in street fights.
Bard didn't hold back and ruthlessly aimed a punch at Tony's head.
Seeing Bard taking action without any hesitation, Tony wouldn't go easy on someone like him.
Bard's punch seemed lightning-fast in the eyes of the onlookers.
Tony, with the calculating abilities of a dragonfly, had already planned Bard's movements in advance.
Tony simply moved his body aside, effortlessly avoiding the incoming punch.
"What?" Bard couldn't believe that Tony evaded his punch.
Then Bard felt a sudden, unexpected pain.
Tony skillfully dodged Bard's punch, immediately delivering a swift kick to Bard's abdomen, sending him stumbling backward.
His friends rushed forward just in time to catch Bard, preventing him from falling.
With a reddened and pained face, Bard struggled to stand, cradling his stomach. He hadn't expected Tony to fight back.
Seeing Bard's friends hesitate after witnessing him being kicked, there was a moment of reluctance. Bard was their best fighter, and seeing him easily countered made the remaining guys cautious. Facing a weaker opponent could be brutal, but confronting a strong one instilled a bit of fear, despite them all being 18-year-old boys.
Carlos, noticing the hesitation, angrily scolded his friends, "What are you guys doing? It's just one guy. Can't you handle him?"
Encouraged by Carlos, his friends rallied and charged at Tony.
Tony, however, scornfully chuckled at their approach. He didn't need friends like these – he'd never view his friends as mere lackeys like Carlos did. He'd never let his friends charge in alone while he stayed behind.
Compared to Bard, the guys charging in weren't much of a challenge.
Each blow Tony delivered resulted in one of them clutching their face, wincing in pain. With just a few punches, Tony managed to defeat the whole group.
Witnessing this, Bard, infuriated, lunged at Tony, attempting to tackle him.
Bard hoped to use his strength to bring Tony down, but he didn't anticipate that Tony had anticipated his intentions. Tony didn't dodge; he engaged, colliding with Bard.
Bard's body collided with Tony's like hitting a wall, and with a resounding thud, Bard was propelled backward.
In pain, Bard looked up at Tony in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he couldn't bring Tony down with his tackle. To make matters more surprising, Tony didn't seem fazed at all by Bard's attempted charge.
Bard played on the school's football team, positioned as an offensive tackle.
Many opponents from rival teams had suffered injuries from Bard's tackles, and some of them were even larger than Tony, although Tony was by no means small.