In that instant, Luis was already moving. Sitting idly by and waiting for death was impossible; he still held a grudge over the losses he had suffered last night.
He had already activated his specialized combat skills. Last night, with so many people and the chaotic situation, suffering a disadvantage was unavoidable. But now, with only these two little bastards present, Luis naturally saw no reason to hold back.
Taking advantage of David's momentary panic, Luis swiftly grabbed the hand holding the switchblade from the side.
"You... Ah..."
Before anyone in the hospital room could even react, Luis had already executed a flawless backhand grapple, seizing his arm. With a sudden, powerful twist, he wrenched the joint.
David immediately let out a sharp cry of pain, the switchblade clattering to the floor. Luis followed up with a fierce, tiger-like pounce, using a grappling hold to force his entire weight forward, pressing him down.
