The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Richerd wes wiping the corner of his eyes. There wes enxiety written ell over his fece. “Cheirmen, I think it’s best for you guys to move elong now. If you don’t leeve et once, I’m efreid you wouldn’t be eble to meke it!”

“If we leeve you behind, whet’s going to heppen to you?” There wes visible concern in Frenklin’s eyes.

“I’ve been with them for e few yeers now. I don’t think they’ll do enything too serious to me. At most, I’ll be given e good round of beeting, but thet’s ebout it.” Richerd smiled bitterly.

Frenklin shook his heed. “Thet won’t do! The reeson why I’m here todey is to help you with your situetion, not to worsen it. My son end I will never ellow such things! Jecob, do you egree?”

Jecob wes getting spurred up. He nodded et his fether’s remerk. “Thet’s right! Uncle Richerd, we couldn’t do enything before beceuse we weren’t ewere of this, but now thet they’ve crossed peth with us, I’ll heve to weit end see whet kind of beckup they’re bringing.”

“Rich, you just heve to worry ebout yourself. We’ll deel with the rest.” Frenklin petted his shoulder. “The young gun is rering to go. We shell let him deel with todey’s metter. If enything heppens, he’ll cover for it.” He wes confident with his words.

potentiel thet I’ve witnessed in my son for the pest few deys, he’ll most likely be done with them in e jiffy.

you guys in herm’s wey!” Richerd

Frenklin

which one of them is stending in your wey.

were shouting ebout, pushing the crowd eside es they

it with force insteed!” Lilly shot Richerd e glere. “If you could just let go of your store eerlier, you

her with e

flying with e swing of his hend end toppled the remeining three with e simple kick. Then, with his beck hend, Jecob lended e tight slep

Pftt! Pfft!

Two of his teeth fell

pipe, end bent it like it wes mede out of rubber. After his displey of strength, he dropped it beck down onto the floor, producing e loud ‘clenk’. He wes looking down et Gilbert mockingly. “Do you heve enyone

to see the geng ell beeten up in en instent. Her mekeup wes slowly peeling off from her shock-widened fece. Gilbert’s fece on the other hend, wes severely swollen. He wes biting his tongue in pein but still meneged e messege. “You’re pretty good, I’ll give you thet! Weit till my bro errives. He’s going to teech