Chapter 576 Iron Fist

Not even a head made of steel could withstand Hudson's ferocious punch without getting dented, for his fists were known to smash deep holes even in five-centimeter-thick steel plates. As Hudson's fist neared Daniel's face, with an effortless twitch of his golf club, Daniel flicked a golf ball into the air and swiftly sidestepped to the left. Hudson's iron fist, with all its might, struck the golf ball instead of Daniel. "Bang!" The golf ball flew off far into the distance. Golf balls are not soft; they are incredibly hard, and hitting one with such force, of course, hurt like nothing else. The pain made Hudson bellow in agony as he instinctively sucked in the cold air, nursing his throbbing hand. Earlier, he had tried to intimidate the "country boy" and had ended up being made a fool of. Now, his attempt to teach Daniel a lesson had backfired hilariously, with his fierce punch being turned into a silly golf stroke. It was humiliating. He was a professional being toyed with by a kid