Chapter 90

"Mr. Jake, what's happening there? Is there a problem? I'll come right over." Richard asked, sounding concerned.

"Wait for my call."

Theophilus hung up and stepped out of the car.

As soon as Theophilus got out of the car, a dozen tall men armed with iron rods rushed at him, aiming their weapons straight at his face.

With no fancy moves, just knives and kicks, a dozen strikes in a second, his movements were as fast as lightning.

Theophilus didn't give them a chance. In three minutes, all were down.

The men holding steel rods lay bruised and swollen on the ground, wailing miserably, in so much pain that they rolled back and forth.

Everyone who charged at Theophilus was met with his hidden strength, their bones slowly shattering.

But at that moment, seven or eight men in suits outside pulled guns from their jackets, all wrapped in black paper, leaving only the barrel exposed.

Seven or eight gun bar