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Julian was puzzled by this strange question.
Why did he suddenly ask such a question at this time?
Zeke said in a cold voice, “My biggest regret was that I only crippled you instead of killing you.”
Julian was furious upon hearing this.
The event had always been a humiliation to him, just like an open wound within him.
Now that Zeke had mentioned it before everyone, Julian was in a rage.
“Williams, I can’t believe you have the audacity to insult me!” Julian yelled. “You’re the so-called Great Marshal, but
you have no life force left, so tell me, what differentiates you from a cripple?”
Slap!
Zeke slapped Julian’s face without hesitation.
Julian fell out of the wheelchair right away, and there was a red slap mark on his face.
“Cripple? Even a cripple can still humiliate you,” Zeke sneered.
Argh!
Julian was about to go crazy.
Nowadays, his father was a King Class warrior, and Julian was the most highly regarded descendant in his father’s
eyes.
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What a disgrace!
Even if he could let this incident slide, his father would see this as a dishonor as well!
Julian yelled, “Everyone, kill him! This is an order!”
Yes, Sir!
Hundreds of Julian’s men occupying the top floor were dispatched in full force and surrounded Zeke in the blink of
an eye.
Seeing this made Lacey so worried that her face turned red.
Zeke has no more life force and is now an ordinary person. How can he fight off so many people?
She quickly shouted, “Julian, ask your men to stop!”
“We can talk about Linton Group’s matters later.”
Julian said, “You have no right to negotiate with me. I want Zeke to be eliminated, and I also want Linton Group. for
myself.”
“Do it!”
Zeke sneered, “Your abilities do not require me to engage in battle personally.”
“Come out.”
Whoosh!
In a flash, a figure rushed to stand in front of Zeke to protect them.
The person was none other than Mr. Collins.
Before Zeke announced his identity as a King Class warrior, Mr. Collins had stayed by his side as his bodyguard and
protected him.
When Zeke was required to fight but could not do so, Mr. Collins would do it on his behalf.
Julian’s men gasped in shock when they saw Mr. Collins.
They could tell that he was an expert merely judging from his speed.
Even if there were so many of them, they were no match for him.
However, they were unable to draw back now.
The Thisletons would not forgive them if they dared retreat.
Clyde shouted, “Kill them!”
A roar reverberated in the space.
The men braced themselves and ran towards Mr. Collins.
Their footsteps caused the whole building to tremble.
Mr. Collins, with a look of disdain, was ready to fight them off.
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He demonstrated the King’s combat skill by using his bare hands as his weapon.
Using the King’s combat skill against a mob was just like using an anti-aircraft missile against mosquitoes.
Those who touched Mr. Collins’ arms would either fly away if lightly hit or have their arms broken or fractured if
they got the brunt of the attack.
For a moment, the whole top floor looked like a disaster scene, with dead bodies scattered everywhere. It was a
tragic sight to behold.
There were even people getting stuck in the wall and the ceiling.
Looking at this made Julian feel dispirited.
He already guessed this would happen.
All this was actually arranged by his father, Ares.
Julian had expressed his doubts, saying that there must be experts protecting Zeke. Hence, his men would not be
able to hurt Zeke.
His men would even be bashed left, right, and center, just like sandbags.
Nevertheless, Ares had insisted that Julian should do as he told, and he had even said that he had another trick up
his sleeve.
Now, it was evident that Julian’s guess was right, as his men were indeed being pummeled and obliterated by Mr.
Collins.
What about Ares’ arrangement, then?
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