Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 362

Franklin was in the office next door and heard the sound outside, so he peek his head out to look outside. When seeing a group of boxers standing in a mess in front of Victoria's office, he suddenly became angry.

Damn it! These professional boxers were also useless? Maximilian beat them all out?

Fortunately, Hamish did not come out. Perhaps Hamish could clean up Maximilian. It cost a million to hire Hamish, so he hoped Hamish would do the job.

When praying in his heart, Franklin heard Hamish's loud voice coming. He was curious and wanted to take a look. After hesitating for a while, curiosity finally prevailed. Franklin slipped out of the office, stood behind a burly boxer, poked his head out, and looked into Victoria's office.

Hamish smashed a left hook into Maximilian's cheek, and Maximilian sidestepped and backed up to avoid it.

Franklin’s hands clenched tight, and he felt sorry for Hamish. If this punch hit Maximilian, it could destroy Maximilian's brain.

Hamish’s series of rapid burst attacks gave Franklin confidence. Franklin thought it was right to hire Hamish this time, and Hamish would give Maximilian a good lesson.

But Hamish didn’t think so. At this moment, Hamish became more and more chilled. Maximilian dodged with ease and quizzicality, which made Hamish frightened.

When facing an opponent who was inferior to him, Hamish would tease the opponent as if he were a cat playing with a mouse. But he had become a mouse and was being teased by Maximilian now.

"Are you going to be a fucking shrinking turtle? Don’t you dare to punch me?" Hamish roared with annoyance.

Maximilian smiled and said indifferently, "Sure, I am glad to help you."

"Bullshit! I am stronger than you!" Hamish roared, his strength gathered in his right fist and administered a heavy punch at Maximilian.

Maximilian waved his right arm casually as if he didn't use much strength at all, which was completely different from Hamish trying his best.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, watching the first round between Maximilian and Hamish.

Franklin was even tenser and raised his fists in front of his body, as if he was ready to pounce on Maximilian and beat him hard at any time.

Bang! The moment the two fists collided, time seemed to freeze.

Hamish could hear the sound of cracking bones; see his fist bulging with bumps and broken bone scraps spilling out through his skin.

Maximilian's power was like a tidal wave, sweeping from Hamish’s finger bones and palm bones to the wrist and the forearm.

It was just a change in the blink of an eye, but Hamish felt it was a year. Watching his small arm bones shattered and exploded, and his skin filled with bright red beads of blood, Hamish finally opened his mouth and let out a miserable scream.

Oww!

Hamish’s strength was great, and his crazy scream caused the walls to buzz and vibrate.

Staring at Hamish's arm, which was hanging down at a weird angle with blood dripping, the boxers felt their blood had turned icy.

Maximilian was not human. Because a human couldn’t make such a powerful attack that could blow up the entire fist and forearm bones. This was something humans couldn’t do.

Franklin covered his mouth with both hands, staring at Maximilian with incredible shock.

Maximilian squinted his eyes at Franklin in the crowd and sneered.