Hansel saw it all.
He immediately snapped out of his daze even though he was surprised by Nathan's attack.
“Charge and kill them all,” he bellowed.
“Charge!”
The eight men in black beside him rushed towards Nathan like a pack of wolves.
Hansel quickly retrieved a pistol from the drawer and pointed it at Nathan as his subordinates rushed towards him.
He sneered, “You may be good at fighting, but you can't be better than a pistol, right?”
However, never in a million years could he have anticipated Nathan's next move.
Nathan was already one step ahead of the game as he flicked one of the two coins on the table in Hansel's direction just as he was pointing the gun at Nathan.
Crack!
The bones in Hansel's right hand, which was holding on to the pistol, shattered.
“Ahh!”
He yelped, dropping his pistol to the floor.
At the same time, his subordinates were closing in on Nathan.
However, Colin stepped up and stopped them before they could even lay a finger on Nathan.
Bam!
Colin punched the first guy who charged towards Nathan in the face.
The poor guy's face was covered in blood. He collapsed to the ground before he could even cry out in pain.
Colin charged at them as if he was a ferocious tiger fighting a pack of wolves, his punches were precise and powerful.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
In a matter of moments, all of Hansel's bodyguards were sent flying by Colin.
Yardley was stunned by the dreadful sight.
He turned to face Nathan and Colin in shock. This is insane. Even Hansel can't win this
fight.
A wave of regret engulfed him as he realized he had greatly underestimated Horatio's power. He should have known better than to cheat his abstract painting.
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