The Noble Son-In-Law Denial Of Inheritance!

Chapter 11: Hard-To-Touch Characters!

Theophilus grabbed an iron rod and began attacking in all directions, overpowering the group to the point where they couldn't retaliate.

During this time, they couldn't even catch a glimpse of Theophilus, helplessly enduring the blows.

"Ah! Ouch!"

In less than three minutes, a dozen burly men in suits lay sprawled on the ground, their faces swollen, crying out in agony.

"Speak!" Theophilus looked at Richard coldly: "Who sent you!"

"Hey!"

Richard was completely dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had just happened, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Damn it, wasn't Theophilus rumored to be a weak, dependent husband? How could he be so strong!

His ten or so subordinates, all tough and ruthless, had dominated territories for years. How were they so easily defeated by Theophilus?

Richard felt like he had kicked an iron plate.

"You think knowing a bit of martial arts makes you invincible in front of me?" Richard flicked cigar ash, saying: "Dare to cause trouble in my territory, do you want to die!"

After all, he was the King World in this area, no stranger to bloodshed. Even though Theophilus knew how to fight, that didn't scare him.

"Kneel down! Or I'll shoot!"

Richard suddenly pulled out a revolver from under the table, pointing it coldly at Theophilus.

"Not kneeling, huh? You want to die?" Richard said icily: "You think I won't shoot?"

Theophilus's face remained calm: "Go ahead, try."

Richard's face went pale for a moment. He had been in the underworld for years, but had rarely seen anyone so defiant in the face of a gun.

"Then I'll oblige you!" Richard's expression turned fierce, he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The air around them vibrated, the gunshot rang out, and sparks flew from the muzzle.

The moment the bullet left the gun, Theophilus's face remained emotionless, only a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his slightly curled lips.

Suddenly, he lunged forward and vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint shadow.

The bullet missed...

Richard was stunned.

Instantly, Theophilus appeared beside Richard like a ghost.

"Ah!"

Theophilus grabbed Richard's arm and twisted it, the sound of breaking bones echoed, and Richard screamed in pain.

The revolver fell to the ground.

Thud!

Theophilus then kicked Richard, sending him flying several meters away, crashing into a wall, and then collapsing to the floor, his body trembling violently, blood oozing from his mouth.

Richard was terrified, unable to believe that Theophilus was faster than a bullet, dodging it in a blink and even disarming him!

Theophilus, still expressionless, walked towards Richard step by step.

"What do you want to do! Don't come any closer!" Richard, terrified out of his wits, looked at Theophilus as if he were a ghost, speaking in a panic: "Don't misunderstand! Mr. Jake, I didn't mean to kill you, I just intended to fire a warning shot!"

"A warning?"

Theophilus sneered, then slapped Richard across the face with such force that the man coughed up blood.

"Still not being honest at this point?" Theophilus looked at Richard coldly: "When you fired the gun, you clearly aimed right at my left leg. And now you dare say it was just a warning?"

"No, I didn't mean that!" Richard, terrified, looked at Theophilus in disbelief.

Originally, he had not intended to kill Theophilus, just to shoot him in the leg as a lesson. But he hadn't expected Theophilus to notice even this detail. How sharp must one's vision be to see the direction of a bullet the moment it leaves the barrel, not to mention dodging it and easily disarming him?

What kind of hornet's nest had he stirred up?

Richard was filled with regret. Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly looked up at Theophilus.

"Could it be... are you a master of ancient martial arts?" Richard asked, half in doubt and half in belief.

"Oh?" Theophilus was amused, surprised that Richard was knowledgeable enough to know about the existence of ancient martial arts.

"You know about ancient martial arts masters?"

"Indeed." Richard mumbled to himself, thinking that he deserved his fate for encountering such a formidable opponent.

Richard had connections with an old man of high status in another state, who practiced a bit of ancient martial arts. With just a few moves, he could easily take down a dozen armed bodyguards, but he was not as terrifying as Theophilus. The old man had said that true ancient martial arts masters were incredibly fast, bullets couldn't hit them, and one should never think of confronting them with guns.

Especially true masters of ancient martial arts, such people always had powerful forces backing them, and they should never be offended!

Realizing this, Richard immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: “Mr. Jake, please forgive me. I was blind, but I never intended to offend you! It was all that damned Dante Charlie's idea!"

"You're saying it was the Charlie family who sent you?" Theophilus asked coldly, beginning to understand the situation.

"Yes. It was that bastard Dante Charlie. He tricked me, told me to capture you. I was just being used as a pawn by him." Richard said bitterly, gritting his teeth in anger.

Now he only wished he could kill Dante for pushing him into such a near-death situation.

He had thought it was just a small errand, a chance to curry favor with Dante Charlie, the young master of the Charlie family, but he had unknowingly stumbled into a disastrous mess.

Dante had sworn that Theophilus was just a useless son-in-law, easy to catch, clearly leading him to his doom!

Theophilus thought for a moment and then coldly asked: "What exactly happened? Tell me everything!"

Richard, relieved, composed himself and explained: "Mr. Jake, this afternoon Dante invited me for a meal and then showed me a photo, asking me to have someone capture the person in it. He even offered a bounty of five million USD."

"Which photo?" Theophilus interrupted.

Richard quickly took out two photos from his pocket and handed them to Theophilus.

One was a family photo of Dulcie, and the other was of him.

Looking at the two photos in his hand, Theophilus's expression turned cold.

Theophilus asked: "Continue, what did Dante tell you to do after tying me up?"

"Mr. Jake, I dare not speak! Dante's malicious nature is truly vicious!" Richard said, pale with fear: "Mr. Jake, even though I come from the rougher side of life, I still have some principles and conscience. I wouldn't stoop so low as to do such despicable things. That's why I refused him. I agreed only to lead people to him and left the rest for him to deal with. I don't care about the other matters. I was cautious in dealing with him, so I recorded the conversation to protect myself from the worst-case scenario. Mr. Jake, would you like to hear that recording?"

Richard spoke earnestly, then kowtowed, pleading: "Mr. Jake, I must have been blind to offend you. I just ask for a chance to live, and I will serve you loyally from now on."

"Give me the recording." Theophilus said.

Richard handed over a recording pen, his heart pounding.

Theophilus pressed play on the pen, and the conversation between two men started playing.

He fast-forwarded to the part where Dante mentioned the kidnapping.

"Richard, I need your help with this. The payment is five million USD."

"Wow, Mr. Charlie, is that useless son-in-law of the Millers worth five million to you? Won't this be risky? What do you plan to do after capturing him?"

"That Theophilus guy is useless. Just go ahead. After you capture him, chop off one of his legs for me. I want him crippled for life! It's important to capture Dulcie. Then find some guys to destroy her body and film it. I want her completely disgraced and let that worthless Theophilus see what kind of woman his wife is!"

"Mr. Charlie, I can't do that! But since you've requested, I'll capture them for you. After that, it's up to you."

"Fine, just bring them to me, I'll handle the rest."