Chapter 92: If I Can't Have It, I'll Destroy It

Brock Yale stomped down hard, crushing both foreign men's wrists and ankles. Then, as casually as tossing away two shredded tires, he flung them to the curb beside a trash can. The sight made passersby suck in sharp breaths. They were stunned, but it also felt strangely satisfying. If anyone felt the most satisfied, though, it was Cole Lyson. He stared at Brock Yale, disbelief written all over his face. "N-Nen Bro… did you learn martial arts or something? You're insane!" Brock Yale only smiled...