When they launched themselves at Nathan viciously, Colin yelled. “Protect the General!”
He leapt into action with a speed that would make anyone's jaw drop.
Colin had already retrieved his weapon from his waist and retaliated.
Instantly, the sickening sounds of fighting, killing, and screaming rang out.
With just one move, Colin had chopped off five men's arms, causing them to shriek in pain as they retreated fearfully.
His swift attack cause Phoebe and the others to tremble in shock.
Before the attackers could reach Nathan, the
Elite Eight had already defeated them easily.
Thump! Thump!
In mere minutes, the men who launched themselves at Nathan collapsed in their own blood.
The rich kids blanched in horror.
Phoebe, however, started clapping loudly. “Nice one. Mr. Cross, your subordinates are indeed capable men. No wonder you are so confident and haughty.”
“But,” she paused. “I brought a lot of men along.”
She glanced at Durand, who immediately took out his walkie-talkie and commanded, “Come here now!”
BoomlScreechlRevv!
Rows of black cars appeared at the scene with their tires screeching and engines revving.
More than seven hundred men in suits hopped down from the vehicles swiftly and formed neat lines.
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