He did not care about technique or skill, merely raining his fists down on Holden.

Within moments, under the force of his punches, Holden was about to fall.

Behind them, Minerva sobbed, “Nigel, don’t hit my uncle! Uncle Holden, Uncle Holden, I beg you, stop it. Nigel is very nice to me! He never touched me! Uncle Holden, stop it! Boo hoo!”

The two brawling men did not spare each other any mercy.

“Damn you! Killing you is as easy as killing an ant. If you don’t let go of me, I’ll kick you