Chapter 72
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Nicolas's face turned pale with fear, but it quickly shifted to anger. He shouted to the remaining workers, "Grab your weapons, everyone! If they want a fight, we'll give them one! Kill them if we have to!"
Immediately, a dozen workers in gray uniforms clutched wrenches and steel pipes and moved behind him. Their faces were set with determination.
For many of them, if they lost this job, they wouldn't be able to survive. That's why they stayed despite the risks.
At that moment, several black vans sped towards the factory gates.
Slam!
The van doors swung open. Out jumped two or three dozen thugs armed with steel pipes, baseball bats, and even sledgehammers. Each one had distinctive tattoos and cruel expressions.
"You idiots! Who told you to mess with us?"
"Do you want to die? If you value your lives, get the hell out of this factory."
The thugs surrounded the workers and shouted threats.
A burly bald man wearing a trench coat and smoking a cigarette pushed through the crowd. He removed his sunglasses and revealed a mouth full of gold teeth. He sneered at Nicolas, "Looks like my warning yesterday wasn't enough, huh? Do you think you can take me on with just a few people?"
Before Nicolas could respond, Olivia stepped forward with a polite smile. "Hello, I'm Olivia Parker. I'm in charge of the business here. How much money do you need to leave us alone?"
Olivia naively believed money could solve the problem.
The bald man's attention shifted to Olivia. He was captivated by her beauty. Her light makeup today enhanced her already stunning features.
"Oh, I haven't heard of you. But no problem. Why don't you have dinner and drinks with me? Later, we can get a hotel room and have some real fun," he leered and reached out to touch Olivia's face.
Olivia stepped back, her eyes wide with fear.
Crack!
Jonathan grabbed the man's hand mid-air and snapped it effortlessly.
"She's my wife. If you don't want to die, leave now." Jonathan stepped in front of Olivia to shield her. His aura was menacing.
He wouldn't allow anyone to insult Olivia.
The bald man clutched his broken arm and snarled, "You're dead, man. Get him and break his legs. Leave the woman for me. I want to have some fun."
Seeing Jonathan about to face a gang of thugs on his own, Olivia called out worriedly, "Jonathan, come back!"
But Jonathan said, "It's just a bunch of trash. I'll handle this."
In a flash, Jonathan moved like a lightning bolt and kicked one thug. The thug crashed into several others and knocked them all down.
It was a one-sided m******e. Within moments, Jonathan had incapacitated the entire gang.
On the ground, the thugs groaned in pain and clutched their broken limbs.
Seeing this, the bald man tried to flee.
But Jonathan closed the distance in a few steps, kicked him in the lower back, and slammed him against the van door.
Bang! The door dented inwards from the impact.
This terrifyingly powerful display shocked everyone.
He was so strong!
Olivia's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in disbelief.
"I don't care who you are or who sent you," Jonathan said coldly, his presence deadly. "Tell them if they come again, I won't just maim, I'll kill. Consider this as your warning."
The bald man shook with fear and stammered, "Y-Yes. Thank you for sparing me."
He scrambled into the van, floored the gas pedal, and sped off, abandoning his comrades.
Looking at the moaning thugs on the ground, Jonathan frowned and turned to Nicolas, "Find a place to lock them up. Hold them until someone comes to ransom them."
The stunned workers finally snapped out of their shock at Jonathan's words. They looked at Nicolas with worried faces. After some thought, Nicolas ordered, "What are you waiting for? Lock them up."
Then he approached Jonathan. "You must be Mr. Parker."
Jonathan nodded calmly. Nicolas continued, "Mr. Parker, no offense. These men work for Mason Shelton. No one dares to cross him here. We're likely to face retaliation."
"Mason Shelton?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll be waiting for him."
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