“Hand over World King, and I’ll spare your life!”
Alberto remained expressionless, even though Konnor was pointing a gun at him. On the other hand, Beckett was extremely embarrassed.
“Interesting! Spare my life?” Konnor laughed wildly as if he had heard a big joke, “Guys, this useless son-in-law wants to spare my life. Did you all hear that?”
“King Konnor, this trash is simply a fool. Let’s teach him a lesson. What do you say?”
“King Konnor, I think this loser is still dreaming. Maybe we can throw him into the Auton River, so that he could wake up.”
Both of Konnor’s capable subordinates laughed at Alberto mockingly.
“You have some guts. You dare to come to me personally,” Konnor sneered, “But you think you can dance in front of me by flirting with Beckett?”
“To tell you the truth, you are right. I took your thing, and World King is mine now. What can you do?” Konnor looked at Alberto with disdain, “What is the famous loser in City Auton going to do against me?”
“Konnor, I advise you to hand over World King immediately. You have no idea what is coming next,” Beckett said in a deep voice. He had made up his mind to bet all he had on Alberto.
He believed that Alberto had the ability to deal with Konnor in Emerwich District. Even if things got ugly, Alberto would still be able to escape unscathed…
Konnor slowly stood up. He landed his cold gaze arrogantly on Alberto and Beckett.
“You want to fight me in my turf. Beckett, what makes you think you can do that?”
“I’ve given you enough respect for being Mr. Carney of Southwich District. You are being shameless. This is not your home, you dog!”
“The two of you! Kneel down before me, or I’ll blow your brains out!” Konnor said ferociously.
As soon as he finished speaking, several fierce-look men in the factory immediately took out their daggers and started to approach Alberto and Beckett. These were obviously a group of Southeast Asians. All of them had cold expressions on their faces. They smelled like death.
“Konnor, are you sure about this?” Seeing that Konnor was being unreasonable, Beckett became even more embarrassed.
He knew that Konnor had a group of skilled mercenaries. They were all fighters, standing in front of Beckett and Alberto.
“If they really want to fight, Alberto and I would very much likely die here tonight!” Beckett said to himself.
“Yes, I am. You will die today. I’ll count to three. Alberto, Beckett, kneel down before your daddy!”
Alberto looked at Konnor with his usual expression. He turned up the corners of his lips slightly with a trace of mockery.
Beep!
Suddenly, Alberto’s phone rang. What was more, Alberto actually picked it up indifferently.
“Mr. Maynard, sorry to bother you. I heard from Jeffery that you’ve got small trouble right now. Is there anything I can do to help?” Tommy voice sounded.
Konnor looked at Alberto, and anger filled his heart. His look was extremely cold and gloomy.
Alberto clearly didn’t give a heck about him. Konnor was pointing a gun at him, yet he actually had the mood to answer the phone?
“You fucking trash, kneel!”
Konnor cursed angrily, his expression ferocious as he pulled the trigger and fired straight at Alberto’s leg!
The air trembled slightly, and the bullet instantly erupted from the gun!
There was a burst of sparks on the floor. With a bang, the bullet shell fell to the ground.
He missed?
Konnor was shocked. When he realized what had happened, cold sweat broke out behind his back.
He didn’t know when Alberto left his seat. Alberto was already ten meters away, with the phone still in his hand.
It seemed that there was no difference between guns and scrap metal to him.
Deathly silence spread through the air inside the factory.
Everyone present had beads of sweat on their foreheads. They simply couldn’t believe their eyes.
Alberto actually dodged the bullet!
“I’ll say it one last time. Hand it over,” Alberto said indifferently.
Konnor took a deep breath. The next second, his expression became incomparably ferocious.
“I doubt it whether you can turn the world upside down by yourself!” Konnor said fiercely, “Kill him!”
With that, Konnor waved his hand. Viciousness filled his eyes.
The Southeast Asian mercenaries behind Konnor pulled out their daggers and moved at the same time. They were fast as they all pounced towards Alberto.
“Let’s see what you’ve got!” Konnor sneered.
These mercenaries were all elites of the elite. They were all well-trained. Each of them had the ability to fight against ten!
No matter how powerful Alberto was, he still had to die here!
Alberto remained dead-pan. A trace of cruelty flashed through his eyes as he watched the mercenaries approaching him.
“You want death. I’ll grant your wish!”
Alberto suddenly rushed out like a ghost.
The sound of fist-to-flesh rang out.
The fighters wielding daggers were as fragile as paper under Alberto’s attack. All of them were pushed ten meters away. They fell heavily to the ground, their muscles and bones shattered. They rolled in pain.
It took Alberto less than a minute to do it—to end the battle.
“It can’t be!”
Konnor became extremely scared. Only then did he realize how terrifying this trash Alberto was!
The mercenaries were the trump cards in his hands. They were all ruthless people who had once dominated the world! How could they be easily defeated by Alberto?
What kind of a monster Alberto was?
“It can’t be… it…” Konnor turned pale as he stuttered. He looked at Alberto, as if he was looking at a devil.
Alberto remained impassive as he walked towards Konnor step by step.
“Don’t come over! Don’t come over! Brothers, stop him!” Konnor shouted loudly; his face filled with fear. He was no longer arrogant, or fierce.