Chapter 734 Violence As A Shortcut To Stroking (Bruised) Ego

A guffaw escaped Smith as he raised a thumbs-up to Kenneth’s face. “You’re a force of nature! That guy’s bound to be left sprawling on the floor after a punch like that!” Kenneth was all muscles and sinew, topped with a severe expression supported by a neck as thick as a pillar. He was the kind of man whose expertise in boxing could be conveyed via a single glance at his musculature—if the observer managed to not pee their pants after a look at his glare. Kenneth was a professional boxer, the kind who could boast winning a golden belt back in his home country. He was so good and powerful at his craft that it could strike terror; when coupled with him being at the prime of his life, with all the strength and vigor at his disposal, he could easily overwhelm twenty-odd assailants unarmed. He had come to Rheasia for his vacation, but after taking up his friend’s call and hearing about the incident, Kenneth forfeited his plan and rushed to Smith’s side hoping to teach that bastard a lesso