After Zander finished wrapping his hand, he then stretched to loosen his muscles. "We pieces of trash are enough to kill you ten times and more," he sneered.
"Be a good boy and kneel before me right now, and I can give you a quicker death."
Nathan chuckled, "You're not worthy enough to have me kneel before you."
Zander's gaze turned to ice as he growled, "Then die!"
He leapt into action with a speed that would make anyone's jaw drop.
Only a fleeting shadow could be seen as he lunged towards Nathan.
This riled up his men and they cheered him on.
"That's amazing!"
"Mr. Zander is such a badass!"
Finish him, Mr. Zander!"
Zander wasn't holding back. He was using all that he had, and he intended to kill off Nathan as fast as possible.
When he got close to Nathan, he propelled himself forward and raised his fist to punch him.
His punches were invincible and were usually so deafening they would alarm even the dead.
Nathan watched expressionlessly as Zander came barging towards him. He took a step forward and casually raised his fist.
Zander saw how Nathan was underestimating him. His smirk grew wider and he could already picture what was about to happen - Nathan sent flying by his punch.
Bang!
The two fists crashed into each other.
Right as their fists came into contact, Zander's smirk disappeared.
Instead, his expression changed to one of shock, then into pure terror.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the holding cell. The bones in Zander's right arm had shattered.
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