He looked serious, as if he had encountered a major event. He'd never worn such an expression, not even during assassinations or gunfights.
Maxwell Peary had to take this seriously. His eagle-like eyes scanned the surroundings but found nothing out of the ordinary.
"What's wrong?"
Was he losing his touch? He hadn't sensed anything unusual.
Owen Lewis looked at Maxwell Peary, his serious face showing a hint of feigned calmness.
"Boss, your shoe is dirty."
"BANG!"
Without a word, Maxwell Peary kicked him!
Completely unprepared, Owen Lewis was kicked and staggered back several steps.
"PFFT... COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
So ruthless!
"Boss, you're attempting murder!"
Owen Lewis was so exasperated he stamped his foot, involuntarily rubbing his abdomen.
HISS—
Painful!
That was a solid kick from Maxwell Peary. It would probably hurt for at least three to five days.
"You're courting death!"
