“You Call That Karate?” Champion Laughed at a Waitress — Until She Untied Her Apron
Chapter 2
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Bradley turned, his eyes locking onto Toby's shirt. A cruel, predatory grin spread across his face. He stood up, towering over the terrified teenager. "Hey, kid—you do karate?"Toby froze, clutching his rag tightly. "Y-yes, sir. Just at the community center. I'm a green belt."Bradley erupted into laughter, looking back at Cameron's livestreaming phone. "A green belt! Hear that, chat? Hey, kid, traditional karate is a joke. It's point-fighting garbage for people too scared to take a real punch. Watch this."Without warning, Bradley snapped his hand out, grabbing Toby by the wrist. With a vicious, sudden twist, he wrenched the boy's arm behind his back, locking him into a painful standing submission. Toby cried out, dropping the wet rag, his knees buckling under the pressure."See?" Bradley mocked, leaning into the camera while holding the agonizing lock. "No blocks, no katas—just real, practical violence. You call that karate you do real? It's a dance class."The few patrons in the diner went dead silent. Arthur, the elderly grill cook, peered anxiously through the kitchen window, reaching for the diner's landline phone to call the police.Chloe stopped in her tracks. The ticket pad in her hand crumpled as her grip tightened. For three years, she had lived by a single rule: Never react. Never engage. The past is dead.She walked toward the booth, her voice dropping an octave, losing every ounce of previous customer-service warmth. "Let him go."Bradley paused, looking over his shoulder at the waitress. He chuckled, loosening his grip on Toby just enough to turn around, though he kept the boy trapped. "What did you say, sweetheart?""I said, let the boy go. He's working." Chloe's eyes were fixed on Bradley's hand. She wasn't looking at his face; she was analyzing his skeletal alignment, his weight distribution, the tense muscles in his forearm."Or what?" Bradley sneered, finally releasing Toby and shoving him hard into a table. Toby scrambled away, clutching his shoulder. Bradley took a step toward Chloe, encroaching on her personal space. He was a foot taller and easily outweighed her by 90 pounds. "You're going to cut me off from the pie display? Go fetch my steak, waitress."Chloe didn't flinch. She didn't step back.Seeking to completely humiliate her in front of his livestream audience, Bradley suddenly chambered his leg and whipped a lightning-fast roundhouse kick directly at Chloe's head. It was a classic intimidation tactic—a kick meant to stop a fraction of an inch from the target's nose to make them flinch, scream, or fall over. The heavy leather of his sneaker stopped exactly one inch from Chloe's left temple, the displaced air fluttering her loose hair.Any normal person would have screamed. Any normal person would have thrown their hands up, stumbled backward, and cowered.Chloe didn't blink. Her breathing didn't even accelerate. She simply stood there, staring at the leg hovering near her face with bored indifference.Bradley's smirk faltered. He lowered his leg, slightly unnerved by her total lack of reaction. To cover his embarrassment, he slapped the tray of silverware out of her hand; it crashed onto the linoleum with a deafening clatter."Clean that up," Bradley spat, turning his back to her and laughing for the camera. "You call that karate, kid?" he yelled across the room to Toby. "That's real speed! You people wouldn't know a real fight if it kicked your teeth in."