Ethan fell on the ground with a pained expression.
"Not bad for someone with half-as*ed Krav Maga. Do you really think that someone who still drinks milk can challenge me to a fight? Robert asked in disdain. "You are not qualified."
"Good lord, he's doing it again."
"Robert is bullying a kid. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"If you really think you're hot stuff, why don't you spar with Captain one of these days?"
The three people observing at the back chided Robert for beating up Ethan. Although the young teen had shown decent martial skills, he was not Robert's opponent. How could a child possibly beat a seasoned mercenary in hand to hand combat? It was akin to a puppy challenging a wolf.
Robert ignored the peanut gallery and snorted in disdain.
'Why would I dare fight Captain? Wouldn't that be just asking for a beating? Sorry, I don't get pleasure from pain.'
