"Crazy son of a b**ch!" Damon grounded out. "Hook, Mad Bull, Ghost! Attack together! Make him regret ever being born."
"Charge!"
Hook and Mad Bull were first to pounce on Nathan.
Ghost, on the other hand, was slower to react.
It wasn't because Ghost was less competent than Hook and Mad Bull; it was the exact opposite.
Ghost was the strongest among the Griffins' four generals. He could singlehandedly defeat the other three if he wanted to.
He didn't want to join forces with Hook and Mad Bull in fighting Nathan, so he had deliberately fallen back slightly.
"I'll make you bleed!" The razor-sharp sickle on Hook's right arm swiped for Nathan's neck.
Mad Bull had also raised his burly right arm to swing a heavy punch at Nathan, the force and speed of his clenched fist barreling towards Nathan like a sledgehammer.
The Smiths panicked as they watched from the sidelines, especially Penny, who couldn't help but scream, "Nathan, watch out!”
Nathan lifted his left hand and grabbed Hook's deadly sickle.
At the same time, he threw out his right fist to meet Mad Bull's incoming one.
Boom!
Nathan and Mad Bull's fists collided.
The bones in Mad Bull's hand instantly shattered, and his entire hand swelled like an inflated balloon. With a mournful wail, he pulled his hand back and retreated in pain.
Hook was shocked and forcefully yanked back his sickle.
He struggled with everything he had, but couldn't move an inch, much less break free.
Nathan tugged slightly with his left hand, pulling Hook towards him at a high speed. Then, he launched a flying kick, which landed squarely on Hook's chest.
Thwack!
Hook was sent flying outwards like a broken kite, spurting a trail of blood in his wake.
By the time he landed on the ground, he was already a corpse.
Everyone appeared shell-shocked.
Especially Damon, who had a dumbstruck look on his face.
In a blink of an eye, three of his generals had fallen, either dead or severely maimed.
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