Chapter Eighty-five

Max Xanderson stared at Justin Dwight, most people would take him in on his offer but Max Xanderson wasn't any ordinary man.

"Max! Don't keep me waiting!"

"The more time you waste, the more you infuriate me and I might actually take back my offer now!"

Max Xanderson immediately walked out slowly and stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment.

"C'mon Max, my shoe ain't gonna lick itself!"

"What's going to be? foot soldier!"

"Are you going to go to your knees or are you going to get scared and pretend to be the grand general?

The crowd burst into nervous laughter, unsure whether to believe what they were witnessing.

Max Xanderson continued his slow, deliberate walk toward Justin Dwight, his expression was impassive, his fist clenched in vexation.

All of Justin Dwight's henchmen were behind him holding their broken bones and body parts and wincing in pain.

One of the skills that Max Xanderson's reclusive master had taught him back at the Supreme Elite Forces was the total study

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