Max's allies were continuously engaging with the Black hound members; they weren't just any gang members allowing them to come up again and again. These were also the members that were close to Jett, so they had two things, relatively good fighting experience as well as hardened and tough bodies.
Even for someone like Na who was used to taking down his opponents in one or two hits, he was seeing that they were still fighting and slugging away, and more and more members were coming. It wasn't going to get easier for the group as time went on, it was going to get harder.
"A single person really thinks that they have the power to stop me?" Jett said. "Believe me, if you knew my strength, I don't think you would be saying those words."
