Capítulo 967: Scuffle With The Pale One

Major Schrute couldn't stand the cocky grin on David's face, and instantly lost her cool. With a swift pivot of her hips, her hand flew at David's face, balled up into a fist, and whacked directly into his jaw.

But instead of the usual impact and grunt of pain or straight-up lights out, David's face barely turned from the impact.

And to Carol, it felt like she had just punched a slab of concrete. Her knuckles instantly started bleeding, as the skin on them split from the hardness of the impacted surface, and she had to bite into her cheek not to growl in pain.

This only made David grin even wider.

"That all you got?" he asked, cockily.

"What kind of freakish jaw do you have, twig?" she growled in response.

David didn't answer; instead, he walked up to her face, his grin turning almost devilish.