No way, this is absolutely impossible!
This Flying Tiger Guard fiercely gritted his teeth, he calmed his emotions and then looked at White Mitchell with a cold countenance, "Mitchell, stop playing these tricks here!
You, a brat who learned a little bit of Three-legged Cat Kung Fu in prison, think you're on the same level with us, the Tigers? Don't flatter yourself, are you even worthy?
If it wasn't for the Nezzi Command that held us back before, even without Mr. Noah's help, we could have minced you and thrown you into the River Arch for the fish. And yet you brag shamelessly here?"
After finishing his rant, the Tiger Guard's expression regained its confidence.
In his view, all that Mitchell had done earlier was just an act. If he was really capable, would he need to hide behind a woman and let her take the bullets for him?
It was his carelessness just now that gave Mitchell an opportunity to strut his stuff.