"Stop!" Seeing the black man struggling helplessly in Liu Jin's grip, Booker hurriedly shouted.
He was genuinely afraid Liu Jin would crush the man's throat.
Liu Jin gave a wicked smile and exerted a burst of strength, flinging the black man several meters away. He slammed heavily onto the floor.
Clutching his neck, the black man lay sprawled on the ground in agony, unable even to get up.
Booker felt somewhat humiliated and said coldly, "Mr. Liu, winning with a sneak attack hardly seems fair, does it?"
"A sneak attack?" Liu Jin sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Are you kidding me? That was a frontal assault, all right? Fine, let's call it a sneak attack this time. Don't you have another man? Let's have a proper match. I promise I'll let your man strike first. How does that sound?"
His meaning was simple: he intended to take on both men.
Booker was no fool. Although he had called it a sneak attack, he knew that without real strength, Liu Jin could never have achieved that result.
While Booker was no expert fighter, he knew Liu Jin was not someone to mess with. Even in a fair fight, Liu Jin would probably still win, so naturally, he would not let his remaining bodyguard fight him.
He immediately said, "We'll count that exchange as your passing the test. I, Booker, keep my word. You must be Mr. Gao. I wonder whether you're as strong as Mr. Liu?"
"Well, we'd have to try to find out, but he should be a little stronger than me." Gao Jingchuan looked completely unconcerned.
Booker no longer dared underestimate him in the slightest. He told the remaining black man, "Jerry, you're up."
The black man grinned, clasping his hands and squeezing