“Let’s get you behind a safe place,” said Sherman, and that was all Rita could remember. Before she knew it, she had been led behind the sofa.

Sherman then lunged forward and delivered a flying kick to Esmond. Had the lackey been quick enough to stop him, his kick would have landed square on Esmond’s face.

Esmond erupted in anger. He had been hustling for many years, and the only time people never called him’ boss’ was during his earlier days. Seeing someone give him such a huge kick was absolutely infuriating to him.

“You don’t seem to want to have a chat. In that case, I’ll have my men beat the crap out of you!”

However, Esmond had overestimated his men’s abilities. In all their years of fistfights, they tended to rely on their numbers to bully other people. When it came down to real fights, they were powerless.

Sherman, however, was different. His family hired a coach to train him when he was younger, and boxing was one of his outlets for stress relief. He maintained that habit of using boxing as a warm-up even after all those years.

were the perfect opportunity for him to

time to spend in the gym, so regular training sessions were the only occasions he could

“Ah!”

push me! Why don’t you fight him

don’t hide from

against Sherman. Before Sherman could even get to him, his men had

sure win, Sherman had proven to have hidden his true

now! Whoever captures

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