After putting aside their firearms, the two sides faced off again.
Nathan looked at Max and the others, saying with a smile, “Now, do the nine of you take me on, or will you let your subordinates challenge mine?”
Max did not know much about the Eurasia Chief Military Governor.
Even though he had tried consistently to obtain information through the intelligence department about Eurasia, that information was classified. Hence, what he could get was limited.
The Chief Military Governor of Eurasia was a mysterious existence to him.
Therefore he did not make any moves immediately but wanted to test the waters first.
So, he said with a smile, “Just now, my subordinates wanted to challenge Lucas, but they were interrupted by your sudden appearance. They must be eager to continue. So, let them go first.”
Nathan replied, “Sure!”
Max turned to look at his gang of warriors, and his eyes quickly fell on a white-eyebrowed, two-meter-tall burly man who was wearing a camouflage uniform, and a military cap.
“Jesse, you, show them what you can do. Make Ariarica proud.”
Hearing this, Jesse walked out slowly in his huge black boots. The man was huge, and when he walked, he was like a moving mountain of rock.
His voice boomed, cold and solid like a rock. “Yes, General.”
After speaking, he ripped his shirt off, revealing his incomparably massive powerful upper body.
He stretched out his arms, flexed his muscles, and did a stretch as if readying for battle. His joints crackled, and his powerful body seemed fast, violent, and ready to explode like thunder.
The crowd looked at Jesse in awed fascination.
Jesse walked out to the middle between the two sides, glanced at Lucas who was standing nearby, sneered, and suddenly attacked.
Boom!
The punch Jesse threw out had a force as terrifying as a cannonball.
On a normal day when Lucas' physical condition was tip-top, he would definitely be able to take the punch.
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