Chapter 282: Three Enter the Mountains

How could those street punks possibly be a match for Tristan Wokey? In under a minute, Tristan put them all down. As for the bald manager, Tristan jabbed a Soul Searching Finger into his mind. His consciousness took a hit, and he would probably end up a complete idiot. Marilyn had never seen a power like Tristan's. When she saw the chill yin energy boil off him and strike like a god's hand, her eyes flew wide with disbelief. "Boss, it's all taken care of," Tristan said, turning back. Nash Johnston...