That hand was none other than Linus.

"Brat, let me go."

Dalziel struggled, even wanting to fight back Linus, but his speed was not as fast as the other brat, and he was quickly knocked to the ground.

"Let me go, what are you, Atlas, you are so good that you let that brat deal with me, if you are so good then try standing up and fighting me, you cripple, you can't do anything but cling to your wife's skirt and this brat?"

The more Dalziel cursed, the more agitated he ...