In almost the blink of an eye, Perry Reed and Glenn Hutchinson started fighting.
Their movements were swift, the moves clean and crisp, so fast it left onlookers dazzled, without even a chance to intervene.
Belinda Nichols instinctively pulled Flossie Wright back a step.
One is a captain of special forces, the other is the leader of a legendary mercenary corps; their skills, of course, need no further mention, but to reach such a point where even intervention is extremely difficult, now that's truly terrifying.
Outside the small conference room, the two parties, eight people in total, watched their fight nervously. The unbelievably fast moves, after just a few rounds, immediately dismissed any thought these people had of stepping in to break up the fight.
If anyone charged in now, it would definitely mean they had a death wish.
"What should we do?" Belinda frowned, asking Flossie.
"Got a gun?" Flossie asked in frustration, furrowing her brows.
