"Fuck! Foreign devils!"
The remaining four bodyguards were extremely angry!
No matter who was right or wrong, when faced with a conflict of national borders, what they all displayed was national pride!
Even if they couldn't win!
They still had to fight!
Especially the scornful look on the other party's face made them even more furious!
"Heh heh! Boss Carmichael, this is simply asking for humiliation! My man, Potter, a famous king in the underground black fist world! Today, all of your people will be unlucky!"
Odingle said with utmost glee, "But I'm in a very good mood today, I'll send all your men on stretchers for free! Let them go out lying down!"
"Get them!"
Beckett Carmichael's fists were clenched tightly, and he was ready to take action himself.
Actually, there was no need for him to speak; the remaining four bodyguards had already charged forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
