Chapter 66: Same Result
As soon as Theophilus got out of the car, a dozen tall men armed with iron rods rushed at him, aiming their weapons straight at his face.

With no fancy moves, just knives and kicks, a dozen strikes in a second, his movements were as fast as lightning.

Theophilus didn't give them a chance. In three minutes, all were down.

The men holding steel rods lay bruised and swollen on the ground, wailing miserably, in so much pain that they rolled back and forth.

Everyone who charged at Theophilus was met with his hidden strength, their bones slowly shattering.

But at that moment, seven or eight men in suits outside pulled guns from their jackets, all wrapped in black paper, leaving only the barrel exposed.

Seven or eight gun barrels, aimed at Theophilus from different angles.

"Ha ha, this useless guy knows how to fight, not bad at all."

A cheerful voice rang out.

Maynard stepped down from a black Mercedes, staring at Theophilus with a playful expression, accompanied by Reginald and Kels
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