Shifting sideways, Sylvan dodged Juda's blow. After having done so, he didn't make a move but cast his gaze at Dalton and asserted, "As I said, I don't want to make an enemy out of you, Mr. Gunn. Are you really going to force my hand?"
Dalton's expression was grim, and he didn't say a single word.
Juda, on the other hand, felt humiliated that Sylvan managed to dodge his blow effortlessly. His temper spiked, and he thundered, "Stop yakking! Here I come!"
Pulling back his fist, he swung it right at Sylvan. If that blow found its target, the man's head would likely explode on the spot.
Sylvan's gaze narrowed, and fury reddened his face. "Since you insist, I'm not going to pull my punches anymore!" he spat.
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed Juda's wrist before throwing a left uppercut at the man.
Shocked, Juda jerked his head to the side and kicked his leg out to force the man back.
