Theophilus had a devil-like figure with lightning-fast moves and a strength that could easily knock down a buffalo. He was straightforward and decisive, each punch or kick sending a gang member crashing to the ground, clutching their stomachs and howling in pain. "What?! How are you so strong?" Uri's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold. He couldn't believe that a young man in a white shirt could take down so many of his accomplices with such ease, despite their size and experience. "Uri, he's too scary!" one of his henchmen gasped, looking at Theophilus with fear and awe. In their eyes, he was like a demon from hell, possessing otherworldly strength and speed. Uri let out a sigh of bitterness. He would not be in this situation if he brought his gun. He had not expected the Blue Sea building to be sealed off, thinking he only needed to deal with small fries like Jethro, who always lounged in air-conditioned rooms. Theophilus approached the window, releasing Je
"Mr. Jake, the guy at the door downstairs, has taken care of everything." At that moment, a middle-aged man with a stern face dressed in a white martial arts outfit walked into the office. He was followed by a dozen men in black, each with an imposing aura that could crush the Uri gang. Theophilus nodded coolly and said: "Edric, take Uri's gang and leave. Then, drive to find Zahal." "Yes, Mr. Jake!" Edric respectfully nodded and waved his hand. The bodyguards quickly pulled the Uri gang out of the room. "Jethro, I'll hand Uri over to you when we rescue my mother. You can deal with him as you please." Theophilus said indifferently. "Yes, Mr. Jake! Thank you!" Jethro was excited and enthusiastic. Uri realized the situation as soon as he saw Edric enter the room. He immediately understood that he was in trouble. Even Edric called Theophilus "Mr. Jake" and followed his orders? Uri originally planned to seek revenge with Zahal's help, but now he realized that Theophilus was not to be
After some thought, Zahal suddenly laughed triumphantly and said: "Oron, call Uri and ask what's taking him so long. It's just dealing with one Jethro, right?" Oron took out his phone, dialed the number, and said doubtfully: "It seems like the signal isn't great. I can't get through. I'll go outside and try calling again." With that, Oron left the room. Bam! Not even three seconds after stepping out, Oron was kick flying back into the room, landing with a crash on a bag full of money. The impact was so forceful that the bag ripped open, and bills scattered everywhere. "You don't need to call Uri anymore." Theophilus entered without expression, sitting down confidently, while Jethro stood beside him, giving Zahal an icy stare. "Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?" A thug with a menacing face growled. Theophilus flicked a metal plate at the man's face, sending him flying through the air before crashing to the ground, coughing up blood, his face filled with disbelief.
"Why wouldn't I dare? If they're human, I'll kidnap them! Is he a deity or something?" Zahal retorted arrogantly: "Is it impossible to kidnap someone with money? Ridiculous! As long as there's money, even if it's a god, I'll dare to kidnap them!" "You!" Jethro wiped the sweat from his brow, speechless by Zahal's reckless audacity. Knowing that Theophilus was wealthy, shouldn't Zahal have immediately surrendered and begged for mercy? Why did he want to extort him? It seemed Jethro had underestimated the madness of this risk-taking group. As long as the profit was sufficient and the money was plentiful, they'd dare to do anything insane. "Kneel quickly, then call someone to bring the money. I'm losing my patience." Zahal said smugly, not caring who this young man calling himself Theophilus Jake was. Whether he was from the Connor or Jones family, defiance would be met with a gunshot to disable their legs before resuming negotiations. If he couldn't bear the consequences, the worst
“Zahal, you had people kidnap Jethro’s mother and even sent people to beat him up.” Theophilus coldly said: “Your life was given to Jethro by me. If he wants you dead, you must die!” Jethro was fired up, his blood boiling. This was a superior worth dedicating himself to, a person who could achieve great things and whose behavior was beyond beautiful. Carving it into his heart, Jethro respectfully nodded to Theophilus. “Zahal, Mr. Jake handed you over to me. You should know what to do from now on, right?” Jethro spoke in a deep voice, staring intently at Zahal. “I understand, I understand! Chairman Jethro, I sincerely hope you’ll pay more attention to me in the future!” Zahal, sweating profusely, kept apologizing: “I’m truly sorry. Everything before was a misunderstanding! Chairman Jethro, point me in any direction, and I’ll fight for you.” In his heart, Zahal secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This time he truly escaped disaster. Theophilus arranged for him to work under Jethro,
“Zahal, are you out of your mind? You even dare to hit my husband?” Jena shouted, also furious. They were used to being superior and couldn’t bear such a huge loss. “Shut your mouth, you rotten old hag!” Zahal yelled. Zahal coldly assessed Jena, rumored to have tried to depose Theophilus and blatantly spread numerous nasty rumors about him. Zahal was contemplating how to deal with this wicked woman and seek justice for Theophilus. Jena and Orborne had deliberately tarnished the reputation of Theophilus, useless son-in-law from the Miller family, and now everyone in Elysian Echo’s upper-class circles knew about it. “You dare to scold me? You fat, wretched pig, today you dare to cause trouble like this. Tomorrow the Charlie family will kill you!” Jena yelled, pointing her finger at Zahal, seemingly not understanding what was happening. Upon hearing the words “you fat pig.” Zahal’s forehead bulged with blue veins, as he hated being insulted like that the most! Smack! Zahal swiftly
“You treacherous dog, what are you babbling about? Do you think you can come and ridicule me? Are you even worthy?” Dante coldly snapped, having always acted tough towards Jethro and never considering him a serious threat: “You think relying on Zahal will allow you to dance in front of me? I’ll teach you a lesson soon enough!” “Oh, Dante, you still don’t get it, do you?” Jethro chuckled coldly, his face freezing, and kicked Dante in the face with all his strength. The force of the kick was so strong that Dante spat out a mouthful of blood. “Dante, did you ever imagine this day when you used to step on me like this?” Jethro proudly said, releasing years of pent-up frustration. At this moment, Jethro released all the pent-up rage inside him, feeling incredibly grateful to Theophilus! If it weren’t for Theophilus’ support, he would have lived his entire life under the shadow of the Charlie family, forever unable to rid himself of the label of being betrayed by his wife! “Zahal, Jethr
On the other hand. After watching a fantastic play, Theophilus left the Green Flower and sat behind Richard's Rolls-Royce Phantom. Richard was driving, and they soon arrived at the Dragon Snow villa complex. Upon reaching the villa's entrance, Richard exited the car and smoothly opened the back door for Theophilus, who stepped out leisurely. Not far from them, a stunning girl dressed in a snow-white gown exuded pure elegance. She gazed at Theophilus in surprise. "You may leave first," Theophilus said gently. "Understood!" Richard got back into the car and drove away from the villa complex. "Dulcie, you got here so quickly?" Theophilus smiled. Earlier, Theophilus had called his wife to meet him at the Dragon Snow villa complex, but he didn't expect Dulcie to arrive so soon. "Theophilus, was that man your friend?" Dulcie asked suspiciously: "And what's the reason for our meeting at the Dragon Snow villa complex?" She wasn't sure why Theophilus had suddenly called her to meet at