83: You'll regret it, Henry

He saw how Quo was smiling at him, clearly pleased with his attack. But Henry's expression remained stern and silent.

Quo drew back his fist to strike again but Henry was ready this time. With lightning quick reflexes, he seized Quo's wrist in an iron grip just as the punch was thrown.

Since the force he used to throw it was large, Henry used it against him by rising steadily to his feet, never loosening his hold on the fist.

"Ahh, you really want to fight now, huh?" Quo taunted Henry, his cheeks curving into a mocking smirk. "'Let me show you how it's–" He began to say, wrenching his fists out of Henry's hands. However, to his surprise, he couldn't even twist his wrist in the grip.

"What the…." Quo stared at him in stunned confusion, taken aback by his strength and agility. When did Henry become so powerful?

He continued trying to wriggle his arm free but couldn't break Henry's hold. No matter what he did, his fist was still firmly clasped in Henry's hands.

He looked at him as he
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