Protest
Tyler charged at Zachary like a hungry tiger stalking a rabbit. In the next moment, Tyler threw a punch, waiting for less than half a second before another strong punch was about to hit Zachary's face.

"Bep!!!"

Tyler shouted loudly, his cry filled with pain, and his neck muscles bulged.

A small but sharp dart pierced Tyler's palm.

The three henchmen were panicked, seeing the dart embedded in Tyler's palm, knowing there was a hidden marksman nearby.

"Who is it?! Show yourself!" They turned around and ran around like a flock of chickens about to lay eggs.

Tyler used his remaining hand to hold the bleeding one.

They still didn't know where the marksman was!

Zachary remained calm sitting on the wooden chair. At this moment, he looked more like the boss controlling his foolish henchmen.

"Tyler, you should learn to use more sophisticated tactics and not play your childish games. They're boring!" Zachary said calmly.

Tyler finally understood why Zachary was so calm. At first, he was just pret
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