Lorenzo was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat.

'Toys?

'My father's weapon experts created these two batons. They were easy to carry, solid, and reliable. And most importantly, low in cost. They were successful designs.

'But now, the young man called them toys?

'Is he joking?'

As if he had read Lorenzo's mind, Sean said indifferently, "What's the matter? Are you upset that I called them toys?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sean's hands pressed slightly harder.

They heard a cracking sound in Sean's hands. The two black batons made of wrought iron had cracked!

When Sean let go, the two batons broke in the middle, and the part it broke was full of cracks. The pieces fell to the ground like glass.

There was a clanging sound, and the shattered fragments fell. It was obvious at first glance that they were ruined and could not be used again.

Seeing that, there were instantly cold gasps in the fondue restaurant.

The young man had broken iron batons with his bare hands.

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