Chapter 280 True Strength

Victor pressed the advantage on Lance. His hand darted forward in a blur, grabbing the General by the collar. "Where do you think strength comes from?" he asked rhetorically. The others watched in disbelief as Victor lifted the man off the ground with one arm and slammed him down onto the carpeted floor. The air whooshed from Lance's lungs, and he lay there gasping. The room fell silent as the laughter of the other Generals died in their throats. Valeria's green eyes narrowed, while Drew's sharp features tightened in calculation. Maverick scoffed. "That was probably a move you practiced for years to show off. Lance was the weakest link among us anyway." Victor raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Let's see what you got." Maverick growled and stepped up next, drawing two gleaming combat knives from hidden sheaths. "Knives are my game, Mayor. Let's see if you bleed like the rest. Don't worry, I'll try not to stab you fatally." He twirled the blades expertly as his scarred face twisted into a