His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 70

The familiar yet foreign voice halted, and Thaddeus immediately spotted the man before him moving with a speed and grace that was almost ghost-like.

Elvis was making bold moves, clearly aiming to strike him hard; each punch was fierce and swift like lightning.

Thaddeus furrowed his brows, his large figure dodging twice.

"Not bad; your skills are pretty decent." Elvis squinted his eyes, his tone filled with sarcasm.

Thaddeus's eyes sparkled, and he took a deep breath.

He had retired many years ago, and although he still practiced boxing from time to time, it had been a while since he engaged in a fierce brawl with someone.

The only things he could rely on were his solid foundational skills and muscle memory.

After a few rounds of sparring with this big guy, Thaddeus suddenly realized that he was somewhat familiar with his opponent's moves.

His actions had hints of the close combat techniques they learned in military school.

Who the hell was this guy?

"Ah!!" Thaddeus was caught off guard when Elvis landed a kick on his abdomen. The intense pain left him agape, but he didn't fall; he only staggered back a couple of steps.

What a tough bastard!

"Mr. Thaddeus!"

Gordon, witnessing the scene, gasped and ran over to support him, panting heavily. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Thaddeus suppressed the pain, giving a soft cough.

"Bloody hell, you dare hit Mr. Thaddeus?! I'll fight you to the death!" Gordon was so angry that his face turned red; he darted towards Elvis without thinking.

"Gordon! Get back!"

Thaddeus tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Gordon was no match for Elvis, rushing over like this was simply seeking his own death.

"Ha, what an overestimation of one's capabilities!"

Sure enough, Gordon's punch didn't even touch Elvis's collar; he was knocked out by a single punch from Elvis.

Thaddeus was instantly fuming: "I'm sure I know you! Who the hell are you?"

Elvis just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

They certainly knew each other. They both studied at the same military school and were well-known figures there, but they just didn't have any interaction outside of training.

"You want to know who's the most important person in my life, don't you? Well, I don't mind telling you."

Elvis strode over Gordon and took a couple of steps towards Thaddeus, grinning wickedly.

"The person I care about is your ex-wife."

Thaddeus's pupils constricted sharply, his fingers trembling as he clenched his fists.

"You're asking for death!"

Thaddeus's muscular body tightened under his gray suit, radiating anger and fury.

In the next moment, he charged at Elvis like a thunderbolt; their fists and feet clashed, full of vigor.

Elvis's eyes darkened, and he found that even though Thaddeus was no longer a soldier, his moves were still as swift as before, and despite his sophisticated suit, he moved incredibly agile. He was not to be underestimated.

It was like he was a badass gangster from a movie!

After dozens of rounds, Thaddeus gradually began to lose ground. The effects of his drunkenness hadn't worn off yet, his limbs were weak, and he felt dizzy. It was a miracle he could still hold on till now.

Finally, he was knocked to the ground by Elvis, and a surge of severe pain shot through his back.

"Bastard, go to hell."

Just as Elvis was about to kick Thaddeus again to vent his anger, another man suddenly appeared.

"You dare to harm my friend at Elmsworth? You're really pushing your luck!"

Jareth ran over at top speed and stood in front of Thaddeus, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with rage.

"Another one, what a nuisance."

Elvis squinted his eyes, and just as he was about to move, he froze.

Facing him was the barrel of a gun.

Jareth had somehow pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at Elvis's head!

"Don't come any closer! Or I'll shoot!"

Jareth was actually scared too; he witnessed the fight between the two when he just arrived and immediately came to a conclusion.

He had to use a weapon!

"Jareth, don't be rash!" Thaddeus managed to breathe, his abdomen spasm in pain.

"Thad, are you alright? He nearly hurt you, and you're asking me to hold back?!" Jareth was livid: "If you don't want to die, then get lost, or I swear I'll shoot! The Jareth family can make you disappear from Elmsworth without a trace, no problem!"

Elvis didn't care at all; he took another step forward, his eyes cold and ruthless.

"Thad, run!" Jareth yelled, his heart pounding as he pulled the trigger.

"Jareth! Stop!"