His strikes were extremely ruthless, punching the man again and again, leaving him bruised and battered, then turning to his abdomen.
"Who the hell gave you the guts to mess with her?"
"Who allowed you to provoke her?"
"Where did you touch her?"
The man's fists, trained and relentless, pounded on the one opponent, every punch intended to be fatal.
His eyes burned red, seemingly out of control, each shout was hysterical.
The man couldn't stand against him, not even realizing what happened, drooping his head with not a hint of strength to fight back.
Summer Ford watched the scene in shock, her gaze stiffly turning to the still unconscious Tanya Dalton. She rushed over in a few steps, lifted her up and shook her, "Big Treasure, wake up, wake up!"
Tanya's mind was hazy, vaguely hearing the voices of Summer and Jasper Sheridan. Her eyelids fluttered twice, seeing her vision was blurred.
