The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power novel Chapter 687

Albert planned to bait the most skilled boxer in Black Boxer Gang and make a wager with him.

Bronte came here with a clear goal. It was to get rid of Black Boxer Gang for Jarett. He wasn't here to fight a passerby.

Thus, he questioned whether Kingsley was a member of the Black Boxer Gang.

"I'm not," Kingsley answered readily. "However, I can also make the decision if you want to bet on anything related to Black Boxer Gang."

"F*ck! Stay out of it if you aren't one of them!" Bronte cursed. His patience was on thin ice.

He took a step forward and glared at Kingsley. "This is your last warning, punk. I won't fight a civilian. Just f*ck off or I'll gladly break the rest of your damn body."

Kingsley was unmoved by Bronte's' threat. "Enough talk. You said you want to make it quick."

"You asked for it!" Bronte was a firecracker. So, Kingsley's taunting words immediately lit his temper as it blazed in all its fiery glory.

Then, he curled his hands into fists and rushed at Kingsley like a gust of wind.

Kingsley smirked at the sight. He never once considered dodging. Instead, he steadied his stance for a counterattack.

Bronte yelled as he threw his punch, targeting Kingsley's head. He wasn't holding back at all.

The audience gasped at the sight.

They could almost see Kingsley's end. An ending that had Bronte beating his brains out.

Even Zephyr narrowed his eyes in anticipation.

Kingsley raised his right hand to parry Bronte's punch.

The next second, Bronte heard his wrist bone crack as sweat beads immediately trickled down his forehead.

The parry sent him staggering a few steps backward before he regained his balance. He no longer attacked Kingsley after he regained his balance. Rather, he stood still on the spot without striking.

Bronte's right hand was shaking uncontrollably. The audience couldn't see it but Kingsley, his opponent, saw it clearly.

Bronte suppressed the pain and hissed. "W-Who the hell are you?"