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From A Prisoner To A Big Short’s Inheritor ( Yves Jimmy) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Several strong men dressed in black rushed down from a dozen cars, respectively.

They were all martial artist practitioners and were extremely fast, quickly coming at Leonard’s car like cheetahs.

Leonard unhurriedly opened the door to the car.

Until those strong men rushed closer, he struck out ferociously, punching one person at a time with vicious moves.

With every punch he threw, a man would be knocked down.

Two or three minutes later, around his Rolls-Royce, more than forty men were already lying in disarray.

These martial artists were considered excellent fighters anywhere, but at this moment, their arms or legs had been twisted and deformed, and their throats had been smashed. They died horribly on the spot.

Some martial artists were even hit so severely that their chests crumbled, and they were spitting blood out of their

mouths.

Even though there were so many martial artists, none of them were able to cry out. They could only utter weak sounds of pain mixed with miserable whimpers.

Leonard walked over to a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader and stomped on top of his head.

“If I’m not mistaken, Anthony assigned you here, right?”novelbin

As the man hadn’t even said a word, Leonard used his foot to force the entire head of that man to be directly stomped and deformed.

As for the rest of the guys, Leonard didn’t bother with them.

He returned to his car, took out his phone, found a number in the call log he had just talked to, and dialed it.

He called Anthony.

A slight hint of a pandering voice came from Anthony on the other side of the phone. “Mr. Santos, what can I do for you?”

Leonard laughed, “I’m so sorry. I have something to ask for your help. A group of people here besieged me, and I all killed them. If the Bureau of Police finds out, there will inevitably be trouble. Can you come and help me deal with it?”

On the other side of the phone, Anthony patted his chest and promised it would be a piece of cake, telling Leonard to send him the address, and he’d be right on his way to handle it.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Leonard smiled and hung up the phone.

Anthony sent these people, all masters who had reached the Power Realm and Strength Realm.

Anthony, of course, didn’t dare to do

anything to Leonard. This was just a test for Leonard.

Anthony had been waiting for the message since Leonard left the hotel.

He had thought that Leonard would face so many masters and would at least be defeated and flee.

Unexpectedly, the men who went there were all defeated.

There were masters among those people who had reached the Strength Realm. If someone could defeat them all, they even had powers of Transformation Realm.

Anthony couldn’t help but look at Noam for his opinion.

Noam pondered momentarily and said, “Since Leonard didn’t point you out but asked you to clean up the mess. It might be better for you to go and take a look.

“And you have reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm. Even if Leonard possesses the power of Transformation Realm, why are you afraid of him?

“Since Mr. Santos wants to play with us, let’s play with him.”

Noam’s words gave Anthony a strong impetus.

Anthony thought, “Yes, I have nothing to fear. I have reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm, so will Leonard even eat me?”

Leonard leaned against the side of the Rolls-Royce and smoked silently.

Rex got the message and rushed over.

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