Chapter 74
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At the factory, Jonathan stood calmly with a few workers by his side. Suddenly, a convoy of black vans sped into view and filled the street. Behind them were three black Mercedes sedans.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The doors of the vans opened simultaneously, and a swarm of over a hundred thugs poured out. They quickly surrounded the factory entrance.
From the leading Mercedes S-Class, a man in a white suit, white shoes, and a white formal hat stepped out. His face was covered in stubble. A ruby ring glistened on his finger, and a cigar dangled from his lips.
Thud!
He stepped onto the ground and kicked up a layer of dust. He glanced at the factory, and a cruel smirk appeared on his face.
"Mr. Shelton!" The crowd shouted his name, their voices booming.
The dozen or so factory workers were already trembling. This man was the infamous Mason Shelton. He was backed by a hundred fierce and muscular thugs.
They looked far more intimidating than any trouble the workers had faced before. Some workers were struck by sheer terror. They turned and ran away.
Mason puffed on his cigar and swaggered toward Jonathan and the workers. As he approached, he unbuttoned his suit and let it drop. One of his lackeys quickly caught it.
Mason puffed on his cigar in the sunlight and exuded an aura of absolute authority.
"Phew!"
He exhaled a cloud of smoke, glared at the workers, and asked in a deep voice, "Who just laid hands on my men?"
The question echoed through the factory and caused every worker to shiver. All eyes turned toward Jonathan.
Jonathan stepped forward and coldly declared, "I did."
Mason turned to Jonathan and took another puff of his cigar. "Break his legs."
He commanded as if it were a mere routine.
Immediately, four thugs with steel pipes moved menacingly toward Jonathan and raised their weapons to smash his legs.
At that moment, Olivia rushed out of the factory and screamed, "Jonathan!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The steel pipes hit the ground.
The four thugs were sent flying back. They crashed into two vans, shattered the windows, and collapsed unconscious.
In mere seconds, everyone was stunned.
Mason was also taken aback. He frowned and glared at Jonathan, who stood calmly. "Well, well. You've got some skills, brat. Let's see how many you can take on."
Another dozen thugs charged at Jonathan and swung their pipes and knives.
Jonathan sneered and took a step forward. His intimidating aura burst forth like an avalanche. The thugs were stunned by the murderous intent in his eyes.
They were no strangers to danger. They had witnessed every variety of violent scenes and met all sorts of fearsome individuals.
But today, they encountered Jonathan.
He was so terrifying.
In a blink, before the dozen thugs could reach Jonathan, they were all knocked to the ground.
Mason barked, "Everyone, get him! I don't believe he can take on a hundred of you!"
Boom! With that command, over a hundred thugs charged at Jonathan and surrounded him.
Ordinarily, facing such numbers would be impossible to survive, even for the best fighters.
However, Jonathan remained calm, and his aura became even more daunting. As the youngest five-star general in Novaria, he defied conventional logic.
Just as Mason's men closed in, sirens blared from the street. A convoy of police cars roared into view. Their tires crunched over the gravel, and dust flew all around them.
Behind the police cars were eight black SWAT vehicles.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The doors flung open, and dozens of police officers emerged. They quickly took their positions and aimed their guns at the thugs.
SWAT teams quickly jumped out, dressed in black tactical gear and helmets. Some carried riot shields while others raised their firearms.
At once, Mason and his crew found themselves surrounded.
"You're surrounded! Drop your weapons and get on the ground!"
"This is your final warning! Drop your weapons and lie down!"
"Otherwise, we will open fire!"
A police officer, armed with a megaphone, bellowed through the car's PA system.
The police chief of the Willow District, Kevin, kicked open his car door. He grabbed the megaphone and yelled, "Mason Shelton, you're under arrest! Hands on your head!"
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