As soon as the third punch was raised, Iker was already kneeling on the ground, "Spare me, big brother, spare my life!" It was a joke, he couldn't even withstand two punches, and now with the third one coming down, he was undoubtedly going to die.
Under the threat of death, Iker, without any hesitation, knelt down on the ground, disregarding his dignity. All of this happened in a flash, and Grant took a step back and clapped his hands, "I told you earlier, you can't handle my punches, but you didn't believe me."
Who knew that your strength was so great?
Iker thought to himself, but he dared not say anything and kept begging, "Big brother, I was wrong, please spare my life."
"Get lost."
Grant clapped his hands and turned around to leave. Iker remained motionless on the ground.
"How is this possible!"
