Immortal King

Chapter 109

At that moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out. "Stop!"

A middle-aged man outside the crowd quickly squeezed in with a group of people. When he saw the young master lying on the ground screaming, his pupils suddenly shrank in fear.

"Who are you? How dare you?" The middle-aged man glared at Jack and scolded.

"And who are you?" Jack asked.

"I am the organizer. You're not allowed to attend our banquet anymore." The middle-aged man said angrily, "And your company will be suppressed from now on. You will no longer receive any support or cooperation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was clear that if an ordinary company was targeted by the association, it was almost equivalent to being sentenced to death.

But Jack was General Steele! Now, he was being threatened by the person in charge of the Real Estate Association.

Jack released a murderous look. He stared at the middle-aged man and said calmly, "Repeat your words."

The strong killing intent made everyone breathless. Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, he felt an invisible hand choking him. His eyes widened as he stared at Jack in front of him.

"Repeat." Jack raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing an extremely dangerous smile.

"Spare... spare me!" The middle-aged man's face turned pale. He desperately uttered the two words, and his eyes were filled with horror.

"Jack." At this moment, Emily woke up and gently pulled his sleeve.

Only then did Jack withdraw his killing intent. The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, gasping as if he had been reborn.

"Can we attend the banquet?" Jack asked coldly.

"Yes, yes. Welcome, sir and lady." The middle-aged man quickly flattered them. "It's our honor to have you here!"

Jack relaxed a little. He wanted to cause trouble, but he was stopped by Emily. They had been there for too long, and many people had gathered around them. Emily didn't like the feeling of being stared at.

Jack decided to let him go for now.

After the two of them left, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward and helped Nam up.

"Trash!" Nam slapped him heavily in the face. The middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to say a word.

"Take me to the hospital! Do you want me to die?" Nam roared in a hoarse voice, "Let my dad bring 200 people. I'm going to chop them into pieces! I'll send them to hell!"

His eyes were filled with rage as he stared in the direction where Jack and Emily had left.

"Don't be so fierce! They don't even dare to talk to me now." At the banquet, Emily stared at Jack helplessly and pouted. Because Jack had just beaten up Nam, all the guests didn't want to get close to them now.

There wasn't a single person within three feet of them, not even the waiters, for fear of Nam.

"What should we do now?" Emily leaned against his shoulder, looking aggrieved.

Before coming to South State, she had been ambitious and wanted to strengthen her business. But now, no one dared to talk to her, so how could she develop it?

"It's okay. They will come to beg you later." Jack smiled and comforted her.

"Can you stop bragging?" Emily said grumpily, "Well, let's just take it as a trip. I've been tired, so it's not bad for me to relax."

Seeing that Emily had calmed down so quickly, Jack smiled and said, "Wait for me. I'm going to the washroom."

He then walked into the washroom and called James. After a while, Jack returned to Emily.

"There seems to be something wrong." She held his hand and asked nervously.

Jack glanced around. As expected, the atmosphere had become very strange. Just a moment ago, these guests had avoided talking to them for fear of retaliation from Nam. But now, they looked at them with pity.

At that moment, with a loud bang, the gate was suddenly opened, and the harsh sound of engines could be heard.

Several black motorcycles rushed in. Each motorcycle had two men sitting on it—one was riding the motorcycle, and the other was holding a sharp weapon.

"Squeal! Squeal!" The wheels screeched against the floor tiles. The riders kept revving the engines, circling around Jack and Emily crazily.

The assassins released strange cries, their sharp blades mercilessly hacking towards Jack.

"Jack, be careful!" Emily shouted.