That scene just now, he was probably the only one who saw it clearly.
When those seven or eight thugs rushed in.
Dirk Carter stood up.
His movements were graceful, his strikes sharp like a sword.
Every strike hit the opponent's vital points.
Just like that, those underlings lost their ability to fight and fell flat on the ground.
Yet Dirk Carter wasn't even out of breath, as if nothing had happened.
"This... how is this possible?"
June Bates said in terror.
After all, in his view, Dirk Carter was just a scholar. How could he possess such astounding combat skills?
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and said, "It seems like you still don't know me well, brother June. Both my parents were master physicians. I was proficient in pulse and acupressure since I was eight. Hitting a few little hoodlums' vital points isn't too difficult, is it?"
