The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 822 A Fight to The Death?!

The members of the Black Fist Gang were well aware of Jake's incredible fighting prowess. Since he had agreed to do anything for Kingsley, his usefulness far surpassed that of Wendell.

A regular person would never give up on a promise from a powerful individual for the sake of a street thug.

Just when the Black Fist Gang believed there was no hope of avenging Wendell, Kingsley suddenly revealed a warm smile.

"Your offer is indeed tempting, but Wendell is my friend! Those who harm my friends will not be forgiven!" Despite the smile on his face, his voice was filled with animosity.

Will not be forgiven! These four words were like sharp blades, slicing through the last shreds of hope Jake had left.

The members of the Black Fist Gang were deeply moved by this display of loyalty. They hadn't expected Kingsley to refuse the offer of a Delta-level master in order to seek justice for Wendell.

Even Baron couldn't help but feel ashamed of his earlier suspicions about Kingsley coveting his underling.

How could such a righteous person betray his brothers-in-arm?!

Little did they know that Jake, despite his power, was just mediocre in Kingsley's eyes. Kingsley commanded all the soldiers of the twelve military districts of the Empire of Qustia. Jake was just a minor player in his view.

"Mr. Nicholson…" Jake wanted to make one last effort to plead, but Kingsley waved his hand dismissively. "Enough, I don't have much time. I can't waste it listening to your nonsense."

With that, he raised his chin, signaling to Baron. "Go ahead, cut off Bronte Stewart's two hands."

"Yes, Boss Nicholson!" Baron immediately directed his men to prepare to take action.

The members of the Black Fist Gang had been thirsty for blood for a while. Now that they could finally avenge Wendell, they all rushed forward, muscles bulging.

"You… How dare you!" Bronte, like a cornered lion, was completely enraged. He assumed a fighting stance, ready for a last-ditch effort, willing to fight these Black Fist Gang members to the death.

"Bronte Stewart!" Baron roared. "You dare make another move?!"

If Bronte really resisted with all his might, even dozens of Black Fist Gang members together wouldn't be able to hold him down.

"Hahaha! Come on, come at me!" Bronte ripped off the bandage on his wrist, his voice filled with madness. "Come! I'll f*cking kill every single one of you who dares come at me! If I'm destined to die today, I'm taking two of you with me!"

But as his words fell…

Bang!

A gunshot rang out suddenly.

A bullet shot from the gun in Kingsley's hand, as if it had eyes, pierced through Bronte Stewart's left palm.

Bronte's right wrist was already fractured. Now, even his left hand was shot through by a bullet. Even with all his martial arts skills, he could only utilize a fraction of his abilities.

"Brothers! He can't fight back anymore! Attack!" Baron shouted loudly and led the charge.

"Charge!"

In an instant, all the members of the Black Fist Gang, driven by a surge of energy, pounced on Bronte almost like a pack of vicious dogs swarming their prey, burying him in a sea of bodies.

"Ah! Help!"

"Grandpa! Mr. Adrian!"

Being brutally assaulted by the crowd, Bronte let out screams that sent shivers down people's spines.

Meanwhile, Adrian, after witnessing Kingsley's marksmanship, became even more convinced of Kingsley's extraordinary identity. He watched helplessly as Bronte was beaten by the Black Fist Gang members, not daring to say a word.

Jake's eyes were bloodshot with fury.

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Amidst Bronte's agonizing screams, Kingsley looked coldly at Jake.

"In a moment, I will send you to the Sheffields. I won't need to resort to any coercive methods, right?"

"Coercive methods?" Jake suppressed his grief and spoke in a deep voice. "If I'm not mistaken, you could have defeated me on the stage just now. Since I'm no match for you, why would you need to use any coercive methods?"

Kingsley quirked a brow in response. "Oh? Why do you believe I can defeat you?"