The last suited man, coming from behind his falling colleague, threw a front punch aimed at Nick's neck.
The incoming attack reflected in Nick's eyes, and with maxed-out intelligence and perception, coupled with a D-grade streetfighting talent, he instinctively took a step to the side, avoiding Hugo's hand that attempted to grab his leg, and then he tilted his head slightly to the left.
Swoosh…
A gust of wind followed as the forward punch smoothly ran past the side of Nick's face, much to the suited man's surprise.
And adding insult to injury, a right hook punch was coming towards the suited man's face at a frightening speed!
Pow!!!
Midair, the suited man's face scrunched in, and his nose folded.
Nick's tightened fist followed the man's face down to the ground, almost booking him a personal flight to the afterlife.
