"Just with the few of you?" Although drunk and unsteady on his feet, Adrian Desmond, who had crawled out from a pile of corpses, paid them no mind.
If he could be so easily killed, he wouldn't have survived to this day. The reason he was still alive wasn't luck, but... strength!
Adrian Desmond threw a punch, a heavy fist swinging through the air, breaking the short man's nose. "Oh, oh, damn it..." the short man cried out in pain, clutching his profusely bleeding nose.
"Come on! It's been too long since I've stretched my limbs. Let me practice on you! All of you, come at me!" Adrian Desmond laughed arrogantly.
The four robbers were thoroughly enraged. They had never encountered someone so arrogant while being robbed. "Brothers, get him! If we don't kill him tonight, I'll take his last name!"
Adrian Desmond laughed. "You want to take my last name? I wouldn't even be happy about it. I certainly don't want a grandson as old as you!"
