Chapter 555
“Get the hell out of my face! Or do you want my bodyguards to f*ck you up?!”
As Jenson’s words subsided, the bodyguards stepped up.
The volunteer soldiers were being looked down upon and insulted. All of them clenched their fists and teeth tightly, refusing to step away.
“F*ck.”
A hint of viciousness flashed on Jenson’s face. He signaled his bodyguards to continue the intimidation.
The bodyguards stepped forward in unison. All of them carried a strong aura, which was proof that they were experts.
On the other hand, the soldiers had fought on the battlefield before and were not afraid of mere intimidation.
As the atmosphere was getting tenser by the second, a fierce fight might break out any second.
“Hold on.” Andrius stepped up to Jenson and said coldly, “I don’t care who you are. The Valiant Institute project belongs to New Moon Corporation, so you have no right to bark like a dog here. Before the documents are signed, you don’t even have the right to be here. Take your money and leave immediately. or don’t blame me for getting rough.”
Jenson fumed when Andrius threatened him.
In the capital, less than a handful of people dared to speak to him with such bold words. Even the state governor revered his family.
It was the reason why he came to Sumeria in such a hurry and wanted to settle the project as soon as possible. He wanted to use this opportunity to claim credit from his father and to prove his ability.
He did not expect to run into some stubborn soldiers, and one of them even threatened him.
“Hahaha!” Jenson cackled. He looked at Andrius scornfully and ridiculed, “Sumeria is really a messed up place. I’m not leaving, I want to see what you are going to do about it.”
Then, he grabbed a chair from the side and sat down with his legs crossed. He pulled a cigar out from his inner pocket and his secretary lit it up for him.
He insisted on standing against Andrius.
“I’ll say this one more time.” Andrius was expressionless, but viciousness flashed in his eyes. “Leave this place in the next minute, and I’ll pretend nothing happened. Or else you won’t be leaving on your feet.”
Jenson was not afraid of Andrius‘ threats. He clapped his hands and ridiculed, “So, you are saying that I will be carried away on a stretcher? Listen to this joker. He’s trying to make me leave on a stretcher!”
He looked at his secretary and bodyguards, laughing as if he heard the funniest joke.
His entourage laughed as well.
After the cackling, Jenson wore a vicious expression and said, “Alright, I will give you one minute. If I am still on my feet or on my chair, I will level this place to the ground!”
He even provoked Andrius with his frivolous gaze.
Andrius looked at his watch. “You still have 40 seconds.”
“Fine. 40 seconds.”
To Jenson, Andrius was nothing but a clown. He sneered, “I’ll wait for another 40 seconds and see what the f*ck can you do.”
Soon, the time was up.
Jenson raised his voice before Andrius and said, “Alright, then.”
He got up on his feet, flicked the ashes from his jacket, and said arrogantly, “I am still here, on my feet. You… Aaaaargh!”
Jenson wanted his bodyguards to toss the stubborn soldiers away but then a fly kick sent him flying away.
After flying for six to seven meters, he crashed onto the ground and continued to slide further away His swollen face was covered in dust and dirt when he stopped
