"Interesting."
Trent Marsh stood on the rubble, swaying from the shockwaves.
Fortunately, he had already finished his bowl of porridge, so he didn't feel as hungry.
But there was still some alcohol left in the bottle.
Not far from him, explosions erupted one after another.
Some shattered pieces of steel happened to fall into his bottle.
'Tsk...' Trent grimaced, clearly displeased.
"You said you're here to trash the place, and I don't really care. But coming to my turf and not letting me drink in peace, that's just bullying."
He leaped down!
Coincidentally, a motorcycle burst through the flames, bombs held high, charging straight at him.
"You're still young, don't know the prowess of Third Brother."
Trent took a deep breath and pushed forward with his hands!
Boom!
Energy surged through the air!
A force like a hurricane shot out directly!
Blasting the motorcyclist away!
Boom!
Up high, the sound of the bomb echoed.
