A few days ago, Daveth had suffered an internal injury when he wrestled with Nathan.
At that moment, his injury had yet to heal completely.
Now that he was faced with the transformed Remus, the table had turned. In an instant, Remus started striking back, and Daveth had no choice but to retreat.
Remus was also well aware that the increase in his combat prowess brought about by his transformation would only last for a short while.
If he failed to finish the fight in one move, then his situation would only become more precarious.
His mind was not focused on Daveth at all.
After swinging a few punches at Daveth and forcing him to retreat, Remus roared and rushed toward Nathan, who was not far away.
When the rest of the werewolves heard his roar, all of them ditched Betty and charged toward Nathan as well.
That sudden change in events took Daveth and Betty by surprise.
Both of them cried out nearly at the same time.
“Mr. Cross, watch out!”
Nathan stared at Remus and his werewolves, scoffed, and slammed his palm on the table.
Bang!
The table shook violently as a result, and the peanuts on the plate flew up.
Nathan flicked his sleeve.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The dozens of peanuts began to fly toward the werewolves like bullets.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The werewolves cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground as if they had been shot by a machine gun.
Only Remus was unafraid of the assault of the peanuts. He continued to forge ahead.
He raised his right arm and swung at Nathan. “Go to hell!”
Hepburn could not help but exclaim in fright.
At that moment, Nathan had already raised his hand and retaliated with a punch.
Nathan's punch came into contact with Remus' claw.
Crack! Crack!
When the sharp claw of Remus hit Nathan's fist, it was smashed to bits like a piece of glass.
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