At this moment, all the thugs rushed up and launched a flurry of punches and kicks. Very quickly, the man was gasping more air out than he was taking in.
But disappointingly, he still didn't reveal who was behind him.
"Who sent you?"
Maxwell Peary walked over slowly with a frown, emotions in his eyes unreadable.
"I did it myself, no one... no one sent me."
The man lay there on the ground, his clothes already filthy beyond recognition.
After saying that, the man reached out and grabbed Maxwell Peary's trouser leg.
"I beg you, let me go, I really don't know anything, really no one sent me."
Maxwell Peary looked down at his tightly grabbed pant leg, extremely displeased.
He lifted his foot and stomped forcefully on the man's fingers.
"Speak, who sent you."
"Ah! No one... no one sent me, ah..."
The man's face twisted in pain as he continued to howl.
After a wave of piercing pain, darkness overcame him.
He gloriously passed out.
