Chapter 810: Master of Getting into Trouble
Confident in his position at the Falcon Main Camp, the Officer was utterly fearless. However, his smug grin quickly vanished as a fist landed heavily on his nose. Amidst his screams, Tom grabbed him by the collar and gave him a thorough lesson on what it meant to take a beating…
“Whoa!” With a knee strike to the man’s abdomen, Tom made his body curl up like a shrimp, and the man opened his mouth to spew out a large amount of bile.
“Can’t take a hit.” Tom scoffed, releasing his grip. With a thud, the man lay twitching on the ground, his pain-stricken face embedded in the puddle of sticky vomit.
The surrounding Soldiers were dumbfounded. Tom’s speed was astonishing. From the first punch to the opponent collapsing, it had taken less than ten seconds. It wasn’t until Tom walked away that someone finally snapped out of their shock and hurriedly helped the wailing Officer up.
“I’ve heard that some folks here are asking for trouble, but I didn’t expect to actually meet one.” Tom shook his wrist and said, “Next time I hear you spouting nonsense, I’ll make sure you vomit up your guts! Jason…”
“Here!”
“Let’s go.”
Tom spat on the ground and then headed towards the Helicopter with Jason.
However, before they’d gone far, a sinister glint flashed in the Officer’s eyes. He quickly drew a gun, aiming it fiercely at Tom, his face twitching as he shouted, “You dare walk away!”