Chapter 121

Without any hesitation, Zahal waved his hand and gave the order. His underlings immediately drew their knives and charged at Theophilus, attempting to stab him ruthlessly.

After all, Zahal’s followers were a fearless bunch, criminal kidnappers who sought to get rich with their malicious deeds. It goes without saying how wicked they could be. They had dared to kill a millionaire boss when they had nothing to eat and walked barefoot. Their courage was not ordinary.

To them, having a boss with even more money was simply useless.

Bam!

As the knives approached, Theophilus stood up and kicked the table away, then launched himself forward, unleashing a series of kicks. With each impact, a booming sound echoed in the air, and he swept through the group within a blink of an eye. Five or six thugs screamed in pain as their wrists were struck, bones broken, and they could not hold onto anything. They all dropped their knives with clattering noises.

“What the hell