In front of Sean, the sixty men were as delicate as porcelain dolls. They couldn't even land a hit on him; they were sent flying before they could get close.
Especially that first punch from Sean—it was so sudden, he thought for a moment that a car tire had blown out in the parking lot.
But now, upon reflection, it seemed to rip through the air itself.
The force of his punch lingered, sending several people flying in succession, leaving everyone gasping for breath!
The most terrifying part was that Sean wasn't even breaking a sweat.
No wonder he said earlier that they weren't even worthy of warming him up!
"The weak have no right to say no!"
Sean said calmly, "Trash should only look up to those stronger than them!"
"If you want to get stronger, stay. The rest of you, get lost! I do
