"Beat me! Quick!"
Hawls desperately wished that Michael's palm could hit him. He roared in his heart and had already thought about how to fight back after the opponent was paralyzed by the current, giving him the chance to turn the tables.
What surprised him was that Michael's palm stopped before it landed on his chest.
"What are you laughing at?" Like a cunning fox, Michael became alert.
"I..."
Hawls's heart skipped a beat. He never expected that in the twinkling of an eye, the other party would notice the subtle changes in his expression.
What kind of monster was this guy? How could he be so careful and cautious?
Boom!
Michael withdrew his palm and kicked Hawls's head, sending him flying and collapsing into the wall.
"What are you so happy about?"
Michael turned to look at the old man in a white coat beside him.
The old man was so scared that he almost peed himself, and his face was red.