The thug in suit turned to face the car fully and lowered his hand, the metal rod dangling the from it threateningly. The security man whose leg had been broken with it, whimpered frightfully as his eyes followed its movement, thinking the thug would turn around any moment to hit him with it again. The thug tilted his head to the side and his lips curled up into a mocking smile when he recognized the man who came out from the driver’s seat to be Grant’s assistant. “Elliot Ambrose, Grant Wyatt finally deemed it fit to do something about his missing goods? I mean, obviously, since he also sent his personal assistant this time.” Elliot ignored him and hurried over to the back to open the door for Leon. The thug folded his hands across his chest and waited to see Grant come out of the car. However, his eyes reddened with fury the very next second when an unfamiliar face alighted from the car. He was about to look away when the other door opened and another unfamiliar face came out

From across the compound, the triumphant look on Klimt Fischer’s slowly wilted away when the victorious scene in front of him abruptly changed. Earlier, the hefty thugs had surrounded them from every side, trapping them in their midst like vicious wolves closing in on their prey. They were confident and threatening, but in a quick turn of event, they were now all on their knees. It now looked like they were worshipping the three people in their midst. When he saw they weren’t getting up, he slammed the metal rod against the ground in a fit of a rage and lashed out at them furiously. “Don’t just remain on the floor, get up and beat this runt to death!” One of the bulky men raised his eyes to look at him, the veins on his forehead bulging from the pain seeping through his body from his dislocated kneecaps. “Mr. Fischer, I don’t think I can move. My legs, they won’t listen to me. They won’t let me get up. I think there’s something wrong with them!” His words seemed to be what th

Klimt was scared for a moment before a bold thought occurred to him. Ever since they met, Leon had been trying to talk to him. Even when he beat up the bulky men and Samson, he had done so without harming them very much. It made him conclude that Leon had received orders from Grant Wyatt not to harm him and his people. In that case, Leon only said he’d let Elliot hit him with the metal rod just so he could scare him into talking. He became calm immediately and snickered mockingly, “You’re giving me one chance? What a joke.”“Do I look like I’m scared of you? If you think you can take the heat of laying your filthy hands on me, then do…” Krack! “Oww!” The mocking look on his face was quickly replaced by that of a painful one as Elliot calmly swung the metal rod at his leg. His eyes reddened from the pain and he began breathing heavily. “That is for breaking the leg of the security guard. And this…” Elliot paused and raised the metal rod again, “…is for saying the wrong thing.”

Leon’s lips hooked into a frightening smile as he watched them drop their guns. Derrick Bertrand saw the smile tugging the corners of his lips and grew even more infuriated. “What are you being so smug about? Your younger brother has more stamina than you. Or do you think I don’t know?” “Everyone knows the elderly son of the almighty Bartlett family is a weakling. His younger brother surpasses him in everything.” “Your parents cast you aside and made him their heir because of your weakness. Then you ran away because you feared he’d try to harm you to secure his position as heir.” “But even if you still know some moves from your time in the Bartlett family, the guards stationed to stay at the back aren’t just guards.” “They were sent to us by the Bartlett family to make sure we capture you. So if I were you, I’d say my last prayers right now.” With each passing word he said, Leon’s smile grew colder. Finally, he parted his lips slightly and said slowly, “I see. That’s what they

“Overwhelm him however you can.” The man hissed behind the men. They nodded and began advancing towards Leon. Leon felt the back of his neck gently and looked to the side. The eyes of the men subconsciously did the same. A second later when they returned their eyes to the man in front of them, they realize he was no longer standing there. The man behind them frowned tightly and strutted to the middle of the room to look around. “What is this? Where did he go? Darn it! Hey, find him. He couldn’t have gotten far!” “Find me? Why find me when I’m right here?” Leon’s voice filled their ears. It was also the last sound the men with him heard as they began blacking out one after the other. As the last one fell, Leon stood behind him with his hands slipped into his pockets and his eyes pinned on the man in front of him. The man’s body trembled all over in fear as he stumbled backward. Leon took a step towards him, but stopped when he whipped out the pistol he had used to kill the