The Enigmatic Son-in-law

Claud

The man Max had kicked earlier rose to his feet, cracking his neck with a determined sneer. With a nod to his comrades, he and the other three launched forward, their speed and force dialed up as they coordinated their assault. This time, their strikes came closer, slicing through the air with deadly precision—Max evading each one by a hair, a grin plastered on his face as he swayed and ducked. One punch flew so close it nearly grazed his cheek, but he leaned back just in time, only to sidestep as another fist shot past his ribs.

Between attacks, the men exchanged quick glances, clearly impressed by Max,s skill. "You,re pretty good, kid," one of them muttered, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Max smirked, sliding out of the way of a high kick. "Is this all you,ve got?" he taunted, raising an eyebrow. "I was expecting a bit more from Claud,s ‘backup dancers.,"

A second man laughed, though he clearly felt the sting of Max's jab. "Don,t get cocky," he warned. "You,ve only seen 30% of w