Almighty Coach

Santos untied the rope on Dai Li’s hands, and Dai Li waggled his wrists to ease the numbness of his hands.

Meanwhile, Dai Li used a copy card. He copied Kevin Taylor’s information on the athlete’s illustrated handbook and used the card on himself.

He then instantly acquired seventy percent of Kevin Taylor’s strength.

My legs still are tied up. I can’t move now. Only when Santos enters my attack range can I attack him. If I miss, he will retreat out of my attack range. That is to say, I only have one chance and I must beat him down.

Realizing this, Dai Li cooled down. He knew that the following dozens of seconds were vital to his life, so he couldn’t be hasty. He had to concentrate.

"Write down what you know!" Santos walked close to Dai Li with a piece of paper and a pen in his hands.

Dai Li leaned forward and reached out his hands as if he wanted to take the pen and paper, but as Santos came near to him, Dai Li suddenly clenched his fists.

Whoosh! The fierce fist broke out and headed for Santos.

Dai Li hadn’t thought that Santos could react to it quickly enough. However, to his surprise, a disdainful expression appeared on Santos’ face as Dai Li punched out. The sarcasm in Santos’ eyes seemed to tell Dai Li that he had already known that Dai Li would play tricks.

As expected, Santos had prepared for it. He immediately started to dodge as Dai Li threw his punch.

Although Santos was a psychopathic murderer, he was not a fool. Usually, the intelligence quotient of this kind of people was relatively high. He surely would be wary of Dai Li.

Additionally, Santos had worked for the Colombian drug trafficker for many years and experienced many things. Although he looked quite thin, average people were no match for him in a real fight. Therefore, Santos believed that he could easily get Dai Li under control even if he untied Dai Li’s hands and legs.

However, he never thought that he would be facing not Dai Li, but seventy-percent of Kevin Taylor.

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Dai Li punched out and Santos also began to dodge immediately.

D*mn it! He dodged! Dai Li felt sick. He knew that he only had one chance. If he missed it, it would be difficult to trick Santos again.

However, while Dai Li was feeling hopeless, his other fist also punched out to the side which Santos was dodging to.

It wasn’t consciously controlled by Dai Li, but by the natural response of his body, or the instinctive reaction of Kevin Taylor’s body with seventy-percent strength.

Santos escaped Dai Li’s first punch, but he didn’t dodge the second. The Dai Li’s second punch slammed into Santos’ temple.

Santos was rocked with pain, and it took him a split second to realize he had been hit.

What’s going on? I should have dodged away! He had just thought of this through his shock when Dai Li punched him a third time.

The third punch hit Santos on his chin, and almost at the same time, Dai Li punched out for the fourth time.

The fourth punch also hit him! Then the fifth punch! Santos had passed out. Dai Li’s punching was too fast. He hit the man’s face several times before he fell down.

What was Kevin Taylor’s best attack pattern? Undoubtedly, it was the fast and stormy combination blow, which meant that the second punch and the third would come as the first punch was recoiling. Even the most experienced heavyweights would only choose to dodge when they faced this combination blow. If an ordinary person took this combination blow of seventy-percent Taylor to the head, there was only one result: severe concussion.

Dai Li gasped for breath after punching out a set of combination blows. He looked at Santos lying on the ground and ensured that he was completely unconscious. Then he picked up the knife Santos had dropped and cut the rope tied to his legs.

Dai Li stood up to stretch his legs. His feet were numb being bound, and he could feel the prickles all the way to his thighs. He couldn’t move freely at all. Fortunately, Dai Li had the ability to relax his muscles through massage. He immediately massaged himself for a while and his legs recovered quickly.

This one is finished, two left outside with guns. Dai Li walked quietly to the iron door and listened at the door, hoping to find out what the two men were doing outside.

At that time, the two black men were smoking and talking about romantic topics.

They both have guns while I have this stuff. Definitely I will lose if I face them. Dai Li was looking at the leather case on the table, in which there were several knives, a hammer, scissors, and so on. The tools were numerous in number, but useless for him. They might be suitable for peeling an apple or cutting an orange, but it was completely useless to fight against opponents with guns.

It’s even not as useful as my fists. I’m seventy-percent Taylor now. I can knock someone down with punches. But the point is that they have guns and I definitely can’t win when facing them. I must make a sneak attack.

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The two black men at the door were talking about women when the iron door opened slowly.

"Did Santos finish so soon? That guy seems to have confessed pretty quick," said one black man.

"Better to confess fast than to suffer," said the other black man as they looked inside. However, the chair to which Dai Li had been tied was empty and Santos was lying on the ground.

"D*mn it! We got a problem!" that black man shouted and rushed into the room with his gun immediately.

The other black man also took out his pistol and entered the room following him.

When the first black man entered the room, he could only see the bloody man and Santos on the ground. Dai Li was gone.

"Where is he?" The black man looked around and suddenly he heard something behind him.

He turned around only to see his partner falling down towards him.