Jack had sent more than sixty men sprawling on the ground in less than two minutes, and Jasmine still hadn’t caught her breath from watching it happen.
The other workers around her were also in a daze like her. It took them several moments before they could calm their hearts down and continue working.
But there were those 70 men all tied up together not far from them, and looking at them still made their hearts pound.
Meanwhile, back at the private hot spring clubhouse.
John Howard was in a short sleeved floral print shirt, his exposed two arms filled with tattoos, and his face was threatening.
Even though he mixed in the illegal underground circles, he still wanted to cultivate his own classiness.
Using a wine glass to drink whiskey was one of his unique practices.
He had just earn
