"Clarence, you son of a bitch, taking advantage of someone's misfortune, looting during a fire! I'm injured in one leg, and yet you dare to attack me! Once I catch my breath, I won't let you go!"
As he faced punch after punch and palm strike after palm strike, mercilessly coming from Clarence, Woodrow Sullivan, dragging his injured leg, was forced to retreat step by step. Mid-sentence, he had already been struck by one of Clarence's palms.
Clarence pressed his attack, laughing loudly, "After you go to hell, then come find me for revenge!"
A palm strike aimed directly at Woodrow Sullivan's forehead scared him terribly; he rolled on the spot and clumsily dodged Clarence's ruthless strike.
"Master, save me!" Woodrow Sullivan broke out in a cold sweat. In this situation, he was an easy target, whether facing Clarence or Basil Jaak; he was completely at their mercy. Having no choice, Woodrow Sullivan called out to Dana for help again.
