Salute To The General

Chapter 1211 Helping From The Shadows

While Frida was an incredibly able fighter, Tyler was just better.

He was one of the Ten Princes of Hell from Gehenna and was ranked in the top fifty mercenaries on this side of the world.

Leaning back slightly, he easily avoided Frida's kick. Using this opportunity, his right hand shot out toward her chest with his fingers curled slightly like claws.

He yelled smugly, "Take this! My patented Dragon Claws!"

His men cheered lecherously as they let out wolf-whistles while Penny and the rest were furious at his despicable actions.

Shocked and enraged, Frida hurriedly dodged the attack.

In the end, Tyler's hand only managed to grab hold of her suit jacket. With a loud ripping sound, he tore the jacket from her body.

Dressed in a white shirt, long black pants and leather boots with her long hair tied up in a ponytail, Frida looked particularly valiant without her suit jacket.

She was both stunned and infuriated that her jacket had been torn away.

Stunned that he was a lot more powerful than she thought and infuriated at his shameless move.

a wicked smirk, jeering, "Hehehe, quite the agile one,

that, he lunged toward her like

followed was a flurry of

for Frida, she was just

at all, she found herself unable to hold him off. Helplessness, rage

to be insulted by this bastard in front of

defense. His fingers reached for her chest again

in her

flew forward silently, its speed so fast that nobody even

Tyler's hand could touch Frida's chest, the coin

Smack!

the

he wailed

about what just happened. Tyler obviously had the upper hand, yet

Frida's side had delighted expressions on their faces. They all

was aware that there was some other strong

shadows. Taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her, she did not hesitate in dashing

Whoosh!

foot came up to kick him

Wham!