Chapter 190

In an instant, everyone present looked at Theophilus intently with hateful eyes.

"How dare you hit my son here? Catch him for me! Disable his arm!" Without concern for right or wrong, a middle-aged man commanded a dozen bodyguards in vests to rush forward.

Theophilus's face was icy; he had only planned to go this far, but these people wanted to court death.

Swoosh, swoosh swoosh!

He threw a punch with multiple afterimages, his legs kicking in succession, each connecting with a bodyguard, causing them to fall flat on the ground, mouths spewing fresh blood. The middle-aged men were terrified, their faces turning pale.

Ignoring their frightened gazes, Theophilus walked over and picked up Harold.

"You, what do you want to do?" Harold asked with a scared expression, thinking that Theophilus was too brutal.

"What do I want to do? You like cursing people, don't you?" Theophilus smirked coldly, glancing at Har