The Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch Novels & Stories

A man in his late fifties was seen lying lifeless on the bed in a pool of blood, an unfamiliar drug was lying around on the floor, on the side was a knife with its cutting edges drenched in blood and stab wounds could be found around the body of the man. He wore a white vest which already turned red as a result of the bleeding, short male underwear was around his waist, his eyes were cold and wide open showing he died an extremely painful death, a white rose with blood stains on it was placed on his chest. The man was identified as George Aaron, he was a wealthy business man and the CEO of Aaron Group Of Companies. Mr Aaron was a notable personality in the society, he owned large shares in t

He used a Barrett M82A1 to shoot and the bullet dealt the Fifth Elder with a fatal blow. Before the Fifth Elder could figure out what had happened, he was suddenly seriously injured. Lu Xiaoyao had also experienced countless battles. Although he was greatly shocked, he did not miss the opportunity. He immediately slapped the Fifth Elder's head. Last time, he had been slapped by the Gelid Palm of the Fifth Elder and almost died, so he used all his strength this time, without showing the slightest mercy. With a bang, the head of the Fifth Elder of the Ghost King Sect suddenly split apart like a rotten watermelon, the blood, and brain matters splattering all over the ground.

Jumping on him I went for his neck. His eyes were ice blue with rage as the realisation he was going to be beaten dawned. I’ve never killed anyone before I couldn’t afford to hesitate, I went for the kill, my jaws widening ready to tear into him when I was thrown from my position. Wicknace had charged me, scattering me across the cobbles.

His fist hit his temple and there was no way to avoid it. With a muffled sound, the man's eyes instantly turned red because of the congestion. A few seconds later, blood oozed from his ears, nose, mouth, and mouth. His huge body collapsed on the ring, like a pile of mud, dead. "Hiss..." "Hiss..." "Hiss..." Countless gasps sounded one after another, and everyone looked at the trash they thought in horror. "How can he be a good-for-nothing?" He killed his opponent with one punch. This amazing power had reached a level beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

Her fingers slipped. Faelan dropped to the floor with a loud thud, erupting into coughing fits that echoed through the entire hall. As I turned toward my son, Janine suddenly grabbed a silver steak knife and drove it straight into my arm. I watched in disbelief as the blade pierced my skin. The searing pain tore through me. My knees gave out, and I collapsed. "Pick her up. Throw her out!" Janine barked arrogantly, her chin lifted high. I clutched my bleeding arm and forced myself to raise my head. "You dare? I’m the Luna of Black Rose Pack…"

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

They both smiled the fakest smiles ever manufactured. “You wanted me DEAD?!” Dave whispered. “You are the one that hired him to kill me though” Lisha shot back politely . The hitman raised a hand. “Please. I charge extra for arguing.” They stopped after hearing about pay after all they were both not financially stable to pay for their misbehaviour. He opened his briefcase, pulled out a contract, and flipped through it. “Technically,” he said, “I can’t eliminate both clients. Very bad for business, I mean if both of you dies who pays me then?”

Bam! Philip raised his foot in a sideway kick and sent killer Five flying! Then, he stomped and jumped out. Before Five hit the ground, Philip slammed his knee into his chest! Crack! This attack broke five or six of Five’s ribs! After Five landed on the ground, Philip followed closely behind. When Five painfully raised his arms to stab Philip, Philip broke his arms! Crack! “Argh!” A heart-wrenching scream. With one confrontation, Five was easily taken down by Philip.

It would seem he had a upper hand with the goons because the punches he was throwing at them were causing more injuries to them than the ones they were throwing at him as one of the goons was already bleeding on his nose and the other spat at blood on the floor but three against one wasn't exactly a fair fight. "This crazy fool," the one bleeding from his nose cursed cleaning his bleeding nose as he launched his bat at Raymond's leg, this time not missing, he hit Raymond right on the leg and before Raymond could get his posture back, he swung the bat right on his head as they watched Raymond's body collapse to the ground gushing out blood from his mouth. They laughed at their success even sh

“I already told you that you can’t even win against one finger of mine.” Bam… Bam bam! Three continuous punches landed on Sam’s body. After these three punches, Sam spewed out a large mouthful of blood and fell to his knees. This man was Kareem Zachry’s biggest trump card. The gold medal fighter whose name everyone in Khanh City feared. And just like that, Tyr had made him kneel with three punches!