“F*cking hell. How dare you attack the general manager’s nephew! You really have a death wish.”
When those three sidekicks saw Christopher attack Miles and even dared to walk up to them with a menacing expression on his face, they all tossed their phones out at the same time.
Three different afterimages whizzed toward different parts of Christopher’s body. The first aimed for his face while the second aimed for his abdomen, and the third aimed for his lower body.
“Try blocking three phones!”
Those three sidekicks laughed at him and practically used all the strength in their bodies to fling their phones at Christopher. It would’ve been impossible for either of them to block all three phones at the same time.