Bab 505: Russo Reborn

"Huh? What the hell are y…" Even before the word 'You' got out of the man's mouth his jaw was crushed.

Not by anything, but a white gloved fist straight to his left jaw, from the glasses butler whom he just humiliated. Then followed by a straight heel kick sending the man flying straight forward.

Boom!

The man leading the blockade crashed onto the armored car behind him, distorting its body into a mangled shape. The force of the kick was strong enough to deform the car's armor. If not for the man's resilient mage body, he would have been killed.

"Kill 'em!" a shout rang out from one of the men surrounding the two.

The surrounding mages began preparing their spells, while a few immediately launched attacks—fireballs, ice spikes, paralysis rays, and exhaustion beams.

But all the spells missed. The young butler's movements were faster than normal human capabilities.