"Attaboys! What's wrong, tough guy? Did they hand your guys their asses?"
Before a minute had passed, when we took down two mobs and threw ourselves out of the circle, a laugh rose from afar; Sukrucuk, facing the chief of the security guards alone, was having the time of his life.
"Idiots, don't separate from each other!"
Following the struggle he watched out of the corner of his eye, the gray-haired man, unlike our tank, was shooting fire; he was aware they couldn't face us in a one-on-one struggle, so he was directing his staff to engage in a group fight.
"Group up, group up, pack in so tight that I can blow your minds with a single hit!"
Toraman was also on edge; judging by the words he mumbled, the security chief's words were going to provide the environment needed for him to apply what he had in mind.
