Salvatore ordered, "Go!"
The ten elite fighters from Southeast Asia flocked towards Lucas!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sounds of violent fighting could be heard.
Salvatore was astounded by the fact that Jordan could defeat the ten of them alone!
Salvatore picked up his cell phone and called Pablo.
"Mr. Dalton, you have to send ten more people over. The ten fighters you send will probably last for another ten minutes before Jordan Steele cripples them."
"What?"
At this juncture, Pablo had just finished playing chess with Butler Frank.
After hearing Salvatore's words, he exclaimed excitedly, "There's actually an expert here who can defeat ten people on his own? I must take such a talented man under my wing!"
"Tell me where you are now. I'll be right there!"
Pablo rushed over quickly.