The Legendary Man Chapter 113 Read Online
The Legendary Man
Chapter 113 Lady Of The Family âTo me, it makes no difference whether weâre in Jadeborough or Jazona,â Jonathan replied calmly.
The Ximenez family is nothing but an insignificant family. If I wanted it, they would disappear from the face of Jazona the very next morning.
âJonathan, enough with that attitude!â Josephine could no longer hold her anger back when she heard Jonathanâs response. Just when she was about to say something, the door to their private room was kicked open.
The next moment, a bald man in a black short-sleeved shirt with dragon tattoos on his arms barged in.
Behind him were tens of lackeys standing ready.
All of them had their hair dyed in a colorful manner, and it was obvious to everyone that they were street hoodlums.
âHendrick!â
The moment Kyson saw the bald man, his face lit up as if he had seen his savior. He was so relieved that he didnât even bother to wipe off the blood in his mouth. âHendrick, save me!â
âWho did this to you?â Hendrick was incensed when he saw the terrible condition Kyson was in.
âHendrick, it was him!â
Kyson raised his hand and pointed at Jonathan. âKill him!â
Trailing his gaze to where Kyson was pointing, Hendrick asked, âAre you the one who beat up my brother?â
âSo what if I am?â
Jonathan glanced at him indifferently. âWhy have you brought so little men?â
âThey are more than enough to take care of the likes of you!â After glaring coldly at Jonathan, Hendrick waved his hand at him. âThe few of you, break his legs!â
âYes, Boss!â
Upon Hendrickâs orders, the few hooligans chuckled insidiously. Grabbing a couple of beer bottles, they walked in Jonathanâs direction.
âKid, Iâll give you one last chance. If you want to keep your legs, kneel and bow to me for forgiveness. If you do that, Iâll let what happened today slide. Or else, you can kiss both of your legs goodbye!â
Hendrick threatened with a smirk just when his lackeys were about to strike Jonathan.
The most thrilling part about beating someone up isnât in how badly they are beaten, but watching them grovel at my feet begging for mercy. That is certainly more entertaining to watch than seeing both his legs broken.
âI, too, can give you a chance.â Jonathanâs gaze turned frosty suddenly. âBefore I get angry, you had better kneel on the ground and beg me for forgiveness. After that, you will break your brotherâs leg, and I will pretend none of this ever happened.â
âIt seems you have no interest in saving your skin!â Upon hearing Jonathanâs words, Hendrickâs expression drastically changed. âIn that case, donât regret the choice you made!â
âAttack and break his legs!â
On his cue, the hooligans grabbed the beer bottles and smashed them toward Jonathanâs head. When she saw what happened, Josephine couldnât help but scream, âJonathan, be careful!â
Even though she was furious at Jonathan, she still didnât want to see him beaten up by a group of men.
âDonât worry, this group of thugs wonât be able to lay a finger on me.â Jonathan was a sea of calm. The moment the hoodlums struck, he dashed forward and slammed his fist onto the nose bridge of the front-most gangster.
His nose was broken with a loud crack that rang out through the room.
The next moment, Jonathanâs victim crashed onto the ground after being struck.
Before the rest of the hoodlums realized what was going on, Jonathan had launched a kick into their stomachs.
Bam!
Instantaneously, the thugs dropped to their knees with a thud. Just like a dead animal, they were unable to get up anymore.
âWhatâs going on?â Hendrick was given a shock when he saw his lackeys being taken down by Jonathan in less than a minute. Without a secondâs delay, he pointed at the rest of his followers and yelled, âWhat are you spacing out for? Attack him right now!â
âYes, yes!â
Regaining their senses, the hoodlums grabbed some beer bottles and charged at Jonathan.
Smash! Crash! The sound of breaking beer bottles caused the girls inside to scream in fear.
Their screams consequently caught the attention of those outside the private room.
Suddenly, the doors to the private room were pushed open. It was followed by the entrance of a man in a black suit. With his gold-rimmed glasses, the middle-aged man dashed in frantically.
When he saw the hoodlums with colorful hair holding beer bottles in their hands and ready to strike, the middle-aged man couldnât help but yell, âWhat are you doing?! The lot of you, who let you in here? Get out at once!â
As the manager of Empyrean Palace, he wasnât afraid of a bunch of small-time gangsters.
When Hendrick saw the manager criticizing his men, he berated him in return, âYou have no place here. Get lost!â
âAre you their boss?â
When he saw Hendrick, the manager quickly understood that the bald man had to be the hoodlumsâ
leader. âDo you know whose turf the Empyrean Palace is on? How dare you cause trouble here? Do you have a death wish?â
âIn that case, do you know who I am? How dare you stick your finger into my business?â Hendrick was already enraged by the fact his lackeys had been beaten up by Jonathan.
And now, the manager fanned the flames of Hendrickâs fury by sticking his nose into Hendrickâs business.
Consequently, Jonathan was utterly incensed.
âI donât care who you are. Why didnât you think about whose turf Empyrean Palace is on before causing trouble here?â The manager pointed his finger angrily at Hendrick. He obviously didnât see him as a threat at all.
Are you guys kidding me? How dare a group of street hoodlums like you disrupt the peace at Empyrean Palace? Do you think the boss of Empyrean Palace is someone to be trifled with?
âYou b*stard, get out of my sight!â Infuriated by the managerâs attitude toward him, Hendrick gestured with his hand and ordered his men to throw the manager out.
âHow dare you lay a finger on me? Just you wait!â
The manager of Empyrean Palace was furious that he was being kicked out of his own place by a couple of hooligans.
Without another word, he turned his head and left.
After he was gone, one of Hendrickâs lackeys murmured, âBoss, I heard the Empyrean Palace belongs to the Hansley family. Will something happen to us for causing trouble here?â
âNothing is going to happen.â
Hendrick squirmed his lips and replied, âThe Hansley family wouldnât dare hit me just for beating someone up here.â
âBut Bossââ
Before the lackey could continue, Hendrick cut him off. âEnough, stop this f*cking nonsense! If you say another word, I will beat you up myself!â
The lackey was terrified into silence. Just as Hendrick had spoken, the doors of the private room were pushed wide open.
Next, tens of burly men in black suits swarmed into the room holding security batons.
Behind them was the manager who had just been thrown out. Lowering himself in a servile manner toward a young lady, he spoke, âMs. Hansley, this is the brat that is causing trouble in our establishment.â