A dozen burly men walked in single file, each with muscles bulging, their faces fierce and formidable, everyone knew they were well-trained fighters at first glance.
It was clear that Ivan had put a lot of effort into dealing with White Mitchell.
Seeing this, Beckett thought about fighting back, but Kylin immediately stood in front of him: "I can't enjoy the food Auntie and Uncle prepared for free, let me handle the fight."
Beckett was startled and before he could react, Kylin had tightly gripped the fist Adam threw, and no matter how hard Adam struggled, he couldn't break free.
"How... how is this possible?"
Adam, whose fist was clutched, was shocked, but before he could snap out of it, he felt a terrifying force on his arm, as if it was going to shatter his limb.
Hisss!
Adam quickly drew in a cold breath, his face instantly distorted, his eyes filled with a deep surprise.
The next moment, Kylin lifted Adam entirely and with a bang, directly threw him into the crowd.