CHAPTER 15

Turning to his men, the security chief's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Take down this lunatic immediately," he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Break his two legs if you have to, but I want him subdued and restrained. We've had enough of his ridiculous antics."

The armed guards, their faces set in grim determination, moved in swiftly, surrounding Nathan with practiced precision.

Their hands gripped their weapons tightly, ready to carry out the chief's orders with ruthless efficiency.

Nathan's eyes widened momentarily, but he stood his ground, his expression defiant as he folded his hands at his back.

Nathan looked around, studying his opponents. There were five men in total. One thing the Wilson family did not know about him was that, growing up, his father had made him train in various martial arts.

His father was a strong believer in being strong in mind and spirit, so he had the best martial artists from all over the world train him.

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