At the factory gate, Drake's moves were simple—block, break, strike!
But with each punch, a thug would be sent flying on the spot.
Some even passed out without making a sound. In just a few breaths, half of the thugs present were already groaning on the ground.
The remaining thugs were immediately terrified.
They held their long sticks, unsure whether to advance or retreat. Move forward, and they risked being beaten. Retreat, and they feared their boss would beat them instead.
To them, Drake was no longer human—he was like a tyrannosaurus, a giant beast ready to devour them at any moment.
How terrifying!
Despite knocking down so many people, Drake showed no signs of fatigue.
In fact, he seemed to grow fiercer with each moment. After just a few more breaths, only a handful of thugs
