Chapter 1915

Quintis sneered. "What now? Do you really think you can turn this around in that pathetic state?" "You bastard! I'll make you wish you were dead!" Horatio's face twisted with rage. He had always lived high above others, a man who commanded fear and respect wherever he went. But today, Quintis humiliated him, mocked him, and called him useless. His pride demanded revenge. With a roar, he charged like a raging tiger, throwing everything he had into his next strike. This time, his power surged far beyond what it had been before. He was unleashing the very depths of his strength. Jack didn't know exactly how strong Horatio truly was. All he knew was that even in peak condition, he himself could never have stood against such power. But Quintis didn't even flinch. The gap between them was clear—they weren't even on the same level. Only when Horatio's iron fist was about to smash into his face did Quintis finally move. In a blur of speed, Quintis vanished from the strike zone. Horatio