After getting his buddies' encouragement, without giving a warning, Roger pounced on the old man, giving him a tight punch across his face.
Unexpectedly, the old man successfully avoided it by grabbing his wrist.
"Aaaaah, my hand!" Roger screamed and tightly clutched the nearby stool, hoping to throw it at the old man in order to break free from his gasp.
"You are too weak for me." Saying that Heenimudiyanse kicked the stool, making it go flying and collide with a wall before breaking into three or four pieces.
Others gasped when they witnessed that. Apparently, that old man was something else. He wasn't as weak as he appeared to be.
"How dare you!?" Yelling, Roger used his free hand to give him another punch only to be hit by the nearby wall.
"Ugh!" He bit his lower lip so hard to prevent himself from screaming in pain. Because of the force he used, his lip was injured and started bleeding.
Heenimudiyanse chuckled.
