"What am I doing?" Owl Eagle was exceptionally skilled, borne from a special forces background. How could he possibly show mercy to Young Madam?
He used full force, and George Summer only heard the sound of his bones creaking, the pain searing into his marrow.
"Let go!"
George Summer swung his right fist, just about to strike but Owl Eagle was faster. He hammered his iron fist down.
"Ah." George Summer wailed as he toppled backwards. He struggled to steady his shaking feet, raising his hand to cradle his left cheek. He felt numbness envelop half of his face.
"This punch is for the Young Madam!" Owl Eagle's punch was quick and brutal like a lightning bolt. Tara Summer reacted and saw George Summer holding his face in agony, almost stumbling.
"You…"
George Summer glared at Owl Eagle, fury seizing him, his fist about to lash out at Owl Eagle again.
Owl Eagle sneered coldly and threw another punch towards him, "This punch is for Master Liam!"
