Morgan Black Hand had never been hit in such a strange way in his life.
The one hitting him was a young Lone Wolf. Back at this age, Black Hand was also taking orders on the streets, just starting to gain a reputation.
But the strange thing wasn't his age… although that was indeed odd: Did my decades of experience just get beaten by a young man with outrageously good gear?
The strangest part was the ecstatic voice this person emitted while hammering him:
"Black Hand!"
Puh!
Even though Black Hand was formidable, he overloaded the double-jump device on his calf at the final moment, spraying the component cover everywhere, yet he still had to eat that punch.
He was indeed grateful he was a technical master. Although the gear didn't match this young madman who was beating him, he was fortunate enough to save his life:
The punch that should have struck his face hit his shoulder thanks to his desperate effort.
