Yancy Hastings didn't bother with him anymore and looked down at Nia Mitchell.
"Let's go."
Although he also felt that such a plebeian woman was not worthy of Maxwell Peary, he had no choice. At least for now, she was the one Maxwell Peary cared for. As Maxwell Peary's buddy, he naturally had to back him up.
Seeing Yancy Hastings about to leave, the men in black who had previously intercepted Nia Mitchell again surrounded them to stop their departure.
Seeing this, Yancy Hastings' thin lips curved, and an intense, cold aura emanated from him.
Then... he lifted his foot.
BANG!
With a harsh, brutal kick, one of the men in black stumbled back several steps and fell, sliding almost a meter across the floor.
The man in black clutched his stomach, rolling on the ground, unable to get up.
This clearly demonstrated the power of Yancy Hastings' kick.
"Samuel Peary, are you sure you want to fight me?"
