West bowed and picked up an iron rod before he walked straight to Thomas. He who had also been very cruel was never afraid of anyone. He was confident that nobody would be his opponent in a one-on-one fight.
Whoosh!
West moved very swiftly, so you would be punched in the blink of an eye.
Indeed, the iron rod hit Thomas right in the left cheek.
West giggled. “Little rascal, now you know my ability, don’t you? If you dare to ruin my good thing, I will cut your head down and kick it like a ball!”
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