Kapitel 646: Chapter 646: Could He Be the Saint Heir?

Bang!

Mr. Ian used his body to directly block White Mitchell's kick.

"Heh heh! With such strength, you want to harm me? You're really overestimating yourself!" Mr. Ian sneered.

But the next moment, White Mitchell used Mr. Ian's body as leverage to somersault in mid-air and appeared next to Mr. Leon.

Hiss!

Mr. Leon's gaze suddenly sharpened, his face involuntarily showing a touch of fear.

Obviously, he had not expected White Mitchell to make such a move.

Shit!

Mr. Leon's heart suddenly beat faster as he hurriedly prepared to dodge it.

But White Mitchell didn't give him any time to react at all. He immediately threw a punch, landing it squarely in Mr. Leon's stomach.

Puh!

Mr. Leon doubled over in agony, his eyeballs bulging.

It hurts!

It bloody hurts!

Mr. Leon held his stomach, his face instantly paled.

"Fuck! You dare trick me!?" Mr. Ian nearby saw this and was furious.