Thump, thump, thump!
A punch, a kick, a palm strike, a push...
Basil Jaak stood his ground and effortlessly knocked down the opponents who pounced at him.
Burke's cold eyes gradually widened, wide like two pigeon eggs, as he stared at Basil Jaak unbelievingly, not willing to accept that the twelve elites under his command could be taken out so easily.
"Is this guy even human?"
"Burke's people just got wiped out by him so easily. If my boyfriend was this powerful, that would be great."
"That's just too sick! Ouch, why are you stepping on me?"
"Hmph, what 'sick'? That's called being cool! From tonight on, he's my idol. If you dare to bad-mouth him again, you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight! Hmph!"
Basil Jaak dusted off his hands, pointed his finger toward Burke, and provocatively challenged, "I've taken care of your underlings, now it's your turn. Don't disappoint me, okay?"
