The last suited man, coming from behind his falling colleague, threw a front punch aimed at Nick's neck.
The incoming attack reflected in Nick's eyes, and with maxed-out intelligence and perception, coupled with a D-grade streetfighting talent, he instinctively took a step to the side, avoiding Hugo's hand that attempted to grab his leg, and then he tilted his head slightly to the left.
Swoosh…
A gust of wind followed as the forward punch smoothly ran past the side of Nick's face, much to the suited man's surprise.
And adding insult to injury, a right hook punch was coming towards the suited man's face at a frightening speed!
Pow!!!
Midair, the suited man's face scrunched in, and his nose folded.
Nick's tightened fist followed the man's face down to the ground, almost booking him a personal flight to the afterlife.
Panting due to the amount of energy he exerted to throw Fisk, he removed his hand from the last suited man's beat face.
"Ughhh…" The man groaned.
