The short man looked small in stature, but he was quite flexible. He easily dodged the thug’s attacks.
“Ooh, you can jump?!” The thug yelled and attacked faster.
Despite his rapid attacks, the short man still easily evaded the thug’s attacks.
Joel frowned slightly at the sight and thought.
It seems the short man’s really good! Will my man be…
Joel shook his head at the thought.
That’s impossible!
This is the best man I have. There’s no way he would be defeated by the short man Lydia picked randomly…
Besides, the short man was nimbly dodging his thug’s attacks, but that was just for now.
It would not be long before his thug defeated Lydia’s man. After all, his thug would never allow the short man to challenge him like this. It was absurd to think that a buff man would lose to the weak and short man.
At that moment, the thug punched at the short man’s head.
The short man calmly dodged the thug’s punch and used it as a leverage point to leap into the air and landed two punches on the thug’s cheek. He was so fast that the thug did not have time to react.
With two dull thumps, the thug howled miserably and fell to the ground.
His face was covered in bruises, his nose was crooked, and blood was pouring out of his mouth.
The horribly-looking thug could not continue fighting. He was already defeated.
Joel watched in disbelief.
He stared at the thug and was momentarily stunned, unable to say another word. His strongest thug was beaten up badly. It would be humiliating if word about it got out.
Joel’s face made Lydia laugh. “Mr. Wilmer, are you satisfied now?”
With a sudden flash of inspiration, Joel gave Lydia the look of contempt again.
Lydia chuckled when he heard this. “So you want to try again, Mr. Wilmer?”
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