Carlos did not have a good opinion of Drake. If anything, he felt complete and utter disdain for him especially because Drake was weaker than himself.
When he had heard that Drake had so boldly challenged the Wolff Brothers to a one versus seven fight where Drake would be facing them by himself, he had assumed that Drake was just biting off more than he could chew and overestimating himself.
'Even I can't fight against seven people with similar battle power to myself let alone you. Yet you think you can do exactly that? It's not like I want to look down on you, but I really do look down on you.'
This was what Carlos thought and believed.
But right now he was shocked to see that this was exactly what Drake was doing.
He could hardly believe it.
Each of Drake's moves was calculated yet decisive. There was no hesitation, no doubts. Whenever he swung his arms or punched with his fists he always hit, if not he wont move at all. There were no wasted movements.
