Operation: Cobra Is Back

Chapter 56 Don't Go And Get Yourself Killed

Towards the end of the night, the two cars arrived at the Wild Goose Lake in JN City.

Wild Goose Lake was one of the major attractions of JN City and was usually visited by many tourists.

At this time, they came to the place just in time to see the shimmering lake under the moonlight.

In the middle of the lake was a small island. It was hundreds of square meters in size and had several

pavilions for people to watch the lake and fish.

Primo had two men with him and Norman had two disciples. Together with Duncan, there were seven

people here.

"Mr. Ross, that man was my sworn enemy more than ten years ago, and I drove him out of JN City for

more than ten years. I don't know where he learned his martial art from, but he has already killed a

dozen of my men. You should be careful!"

Primo said solemnly to Norman as he walked on the only bridge leading to the island.

Hearing what he had said, Norman simply sneered.

"It’s okay. Since I dare open a martial arts school in JN City, I naturally have some strength. He may

also be a martial artist, but in front of me, he is simply not enough to be feared!"

Hearing this, Duncan also glanced towards Norman.

Norman was not weak at all. He had already mastered a hint of the inner strength and was considered

to be a martial artist who had entered the realm.

However, since he dared to follow Primo here so boldly, he probably had something to fall back on.

But Duncan didn't care. He was hired by Primo anyway, and no matter how things turned out, he would

definitely get his money.

He didn't want to be the first one to do it, since someone else wanted to strike the first blow.

It wasn't long before the group of seven had walked inside the island.

"Primo, I didn't expect you to really dare to come!"

At that moment, a deep, steady roar suddenly came.

The crowd immediately looked back and saw a man in his thirties or forties standing over in the pavilion

not far away.

He was wearing a tight-fitting samurai suit and had a heavy, brutal-looking face, with a scar on it that

looked as ghastly as a centipede coiled around it.

"Morton, do you really want to dwell on the feud of more than ten years ago? I respect you as a

gentleman, why don't we make up and achieve something great in JN City together?"

Primo took a deep breath and couldn't help but speak in response.

In the past few days, he had been overwhelmed by Morton. Even with all his tricks, he was having

trouble catching him.

This made Primo know that Morton was no ordinary man, so he did not want to make an enemy of him.

The man named Morton sneered and stomp, then he leaped off the pavilion and landed on the ground

as if he were a falling leaf.

With his hands behind his back, he stepped forward as if he were walking idly.

"It is not impossible for you to settle the grudge with me. We'll talk when you've crippled one of your

hands and let me leave a cut on your face."

Primo's face sank, "So there is no more to talk about?"

"Hump, you'll have to die here tonight!"

Morton grunted heavily, and a grim chill flashed across his eyes.

Primo said no more, and shifted his eyes to Norman, "Mr. Ross, I'm counting on you for everything."

"It's just a small matter!"

Norman shrugged. He had just observed Morton and found that his aura was indeed strong, but he

wasn't intimidated.

"Walter, you go up and try him out."

As he finished speaking, a young man leaped up at once and clasped his fist at Morton, "Walter from

the Donsen Martial Club, please."

Seeing Walter come out, Morton glanced at him and then sneered, "You're just a nobody. How dare

you come up here to provoke me? Since you want to follow the rules of the martial arts world, I'll play

along with you and leave you a whole body!"

"How dare you underestimate me?"

Walter was only a young man in his twenties after all, and when he was underestimated like that, he

flew into a rage!

Without saying anything, he rushed towards Morton like a cannonball.

Seeing this, everyone present thought a great battle was about to take place and fixed their eyes on it.

Only Duncan shook his head. Walter was not even at the Bronze Class, so he was no match for

Morton.

Sure enough, as Walter rushed up, Morton threw a punch as fast as a thunderbolt and as powerful as a

landslide!

With a muffled thud, Walter was unable to even resist the blow and flew several meters backward, then

fell to the ground with a thud and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hiss ..."

The crowd gasped and fixed their eyes on Walter.

Walter's chest cavity was deeply concave and his sternum was actually shattered by a punch!

With such an injury, it was clear that he would not survive.

Even Norman's face had sunken. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

He didn't expect Morton to be so strong that he could shatter a man's bones with his mere physical

strength!

This let Norman know that this man's strength was definitely not below his!

"Mr, Mr. Ross ..."

Primo was also intimidated and subconsciously glanced at Norman.

"This man is extremely strong. I'm afraid he is no longer below me. Tonight is going to be a bad battle."

Norman smiled bitterly, looking particularly grave.

After all, he had been entrusted with the task, and with the huge benefits at stake, he would still stand

up and fight him.

"I wonder where you come from. I am Norman, from the Xingyi Sect!"

With this statement, Norman was truly following the rules of the martial arts world.

First, report where you were from, then face life and death!

However, Morton sneered and gave Norman a contemptuous sidelong glance, "You alone are not

qualified to know my master's name!"

After he finished speaking, Norman's face completely darkened.

He was a renowned martial artist in JN City. When had he ever been underestimated like that? He felt

a sudden surge of anger.

"If that's the case, then I'll have to go all out and take you down!"

"Your disciple was killed by me in one punch. As for you, three punches will be enough!"

Morton laughed out loud with extreme arrogance.

Norman's heart chilled, while his eyes were filled with fighting intent. He was a martial artist, and when

he met a strong man, there was no way he would not fight!

"I'd like to see what you're capable of!"

Norman bellowed, assuming a fighting stance.

Just when everyone thought a vicious battle was about to break out, a discordant voice suddenly rang

out.

"You're no match for him, so it's better not to get yourself killed."

Duncan walked carelessly out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets.

The crowd heard his voice and instantly turned their heads in uncertainty to look.

Even Mr. Ross had said that this man was powerful, so what was he doing out here?

Was he courting death?