Last Man Standing
The onlookers behind him were equally taken aback, clearly not expecting the hefty fellow to be so agile.
"You dare to touch me?" the young master snarled, picking himself up.
"Apologize!" demanded Mystical Chubby, his voice icy.
The audacity to insult his boss as a nobody, the man was playing with fire!
"You're asking for it!" the young master roared once more, lunging at Mystical Chubby with the prowess of a martial general.
Crash!
He barely made it a few steps before being hurled away again, hitting the ground hard and coughing up a mouthful of blood, struggling to rise. "Apologize, or it's the end for you!" Mystical Chubby warned, his tone grave.
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