Chapter 63 A Blockhead

Emery paused and thought gleefully, Hah! Finally, some action! This driver’s hands were bound. He won’t be able to fight back! Hillary’s hand was inches away from Anthony’s face when he suddenly dodged to the side. Anthony flexed his arms, and the sound of ripping ropes rang out. Anthony raised his arm to block his face, while another hand caught Hillary’s wrist. “I don’t usually hit women, but I think you’re a wench!” Anthony flicked his wrist with his hidden energy and slapped Hillary, who flew in an arc into the wall and crumpled into a heap.