“Colin!” Nathan called out expressionlessly.
That was the tone he always had whenever he instructed Colin to teach others a lesson.
Therefore, the moment Nathan called out his name, the tall and burly Colin instantly made his move.
Oceaniac was about to teach Nathan a lesson when his sight blurred. When he blinked, he was startled by Colin's figure, which was right in front of him.
“Oaf, you must have a death wish!”
With a roar, he raised his arm to throw a punch.
Colin did not dodge it. Instead, he mimicked his opponent's action and raised his fist to parry Oceaniac's attack.
Thump'.
Their fists collided viciously.
The moment their fists touched, Oceaniac's sleeve was torn.
Crack'. Crack!
The bones of his arm fractured, and his skin tore. Soon, his arm was covered in patches of green, purple, and red.
“Argh!”
Oceaniac hastily took multiple steps back before falling onto a chair.
His right arm was already the same as a cooked strand of pasta, limp and soft, and he could not lift it anymore.
Everyone in the room was flabbergasted, and it was especially so for Jemma and her underlings.
Their eyes were so wide at the sight of Oceanians mangled arm that they seemed like they were about to pop out of their sockets.
Oh my god! Isn't Nathan's subordinate a little too terrifying to be true? It's just a punch, but it's that mighty.
After all, Oceaniac was a top member of the Ariarica's military intelligence department.
Yet, he could not even withstand one hit from Nathan's subordinate.
Instantly, Jemma's expression paled.
She was starting to realize that she was not going to be able to leave the room that easily.
“D*mn it. How dare they hit our leader. Charge! Kill him!”
The towering Ariaricans in black suits were infuriated when they saw that Oceaniac was hurt.
They were all from Ariarica's military intelligence department, and they were all Oceaniac's subordinates.
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