Yakuza Table Slam Gif Novels & Stories

Situshu panicked and shouted, 'You can't fight!' A slap, ruthlessly left in her face. 'Bitch, is it your turn to talk?' After the man flustered and frustratedly finished playing, he felt Japanese, but he couldn't help kicking her. As a result, he didn't react. The man who was just standing not far away didn't know when he had gone around behind him. The next second, he only heard a clear click, and the man's finger was abruptly broken by Pear Month!

Slater said as he kicked the table towards Rowland trying to injure him but Rowland evaded it as the whole items on the table fell and shattered, causing everyone’s focus and attention to be drawn towards them. “You guys need to take this nonsense outside my pub, this place is not for hooligans like you….” said the manager of the pub “Slat!” Slater stabbed the manager as he said to him before he passed out “Mind who you’re talking to, old man!” the manager braced the ground as blood gushed out of his belly. That action angered Rowland as he charged towards Slater, he gave him a heavy kick which sent him flying towards the pool table where the other men stood, he lifted Slater and slammed him

I swat his hand away, clasp the bottle, and place it in front of me under the table so he doesn't have access to it. Even though he’s sitting still, his eyes are shifty and agitated. I’m ready to bet it’s because of whatever seed Pharaoah planted in his head back at the house. The door slides open again; this time, it's not the waitress. Kai walks in, followed by an old, short man who wears a pressed suit. Abe Hitori. The leader of the Yakuza branch in New York. Pharaoah and I stand in greeting, but Pakstan remains planted in place. He also uses the chance of my standing up to grab the bottle of vodka.

" She has no power here! You are overreacting!" "I am not overreacting!" Zyran screamed. He raised both hands high in the air and brought his fists down with all his strength, slamming them against the table. CRACK! The deafening sound echoed through the mansion as a huge crack split down the center of the table

He was nervous but he did not want to reveal fear in front of someone younger than him. He remained seated, trying to look calm and strong like a mountain. He did not even want to look at Kaze. He looked down and moved his cup closer to his lips. He said, “Young man, I’d like to see if you have the nerve to…” Slap! Kaze slapped him in the face mid-sentence. Everyone in the room was shocked. They were silenced. Kaze really slapped Yuri in the face. The slap turned Yuri’s face to the side and caused the teacup to fall from his hands.

“Damn!” The Bull-guy laughed deviously. “Such unfortunate Rat.” massive hands are already in the air and above Nikka, planning to ferociously slam her. One strike of it will make her unconscious and worst die. Nikka tried to avoid it but was restrained by her own cloth that was hooked on the metal rings in these unconscious thugs have, laid underneath her. Nikka gulped, the massive hands was almost hit her.

" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the face without hesitation. No one had anticipated me lashing out so suddenly. The entire room froze in stunned silence. "Magnolia, are you insane?" someone shouted. "The Saccone family took care of you for so many years, and now you dare to hit your own father?" At that moment, a cold, aged voice rang out from the doorway. "If he can mistake his own biological daughter for someone else, I'd say she didn't hit him hard enough!"

Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile. I fought back a shudder as his fist slammed me in the face. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. He charged at me, and I jumped up only to have him take me down again. He was on top of me. He lifted his fist to hit me, but I got an idea. They said there were no rules…

~Warning: This chapter includes mature themes such as violence, mature content, dark scenes and se*ual content. His eyes flashed with fury as he wiped the saliva from his face. In one swift motion, he backhanded me across the cheek, the sharp sting bringing tears to my eyes. "You little bitch," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I see you need a punishment." He took off the clamps from nipple in a jerk, and a loud cry escape from my lips.

“Huh…? That`s it?” Although I expected a slap on my face, but she`s not hitting as hard as I expected. It`s a light slap. “…I would`ve crushed your head if you answered instead of accepting the punishment.” “Crush my head? That`s murder!” BAM (The sound of me being tripped) PAK (The sound of Kuroyuki`s hand smacking on my face) CRAKCRAKCRAK (The sound of my skull getting squeezed) “ARGHHHHHHH!!? DO YOU REALLY NEED TO GO TO SUCH AN EXTEND?!!” I protested as I struggle myself against her grip.