Seeing this group of imposing figures arriving, those who had just been near Quentin couldn’t help but take a few steps back at this moment, fearing any association with him.
Mr. Hinton made his appearance!
Who didn’t know that Mr. Hinton was the mastermind behind this scene?
And Mr. Hinton’s reputation in the entire Stresall was that of an overlord of the underworld. Who dared to provoke such a big shot?
Unless, they were tired of living?
Now, Quentin had caught their attention, and they didn’t want to have any dealings with him, or else it would mean inviting trouble upon themselves.
Seeing these newcomers, fear flashed across Emery’s face, unable to even look directly at them, feeling his legs incredibly heavy.
And Charlotte’s face was even paler, “Quentin, don’t go.”
Quentin smiled faintly, giving her a calm look, then looked at the man in the black suit and said coldly, “Mr. Hinton is looking for me?”
“That’s right,” the man in the suit said with a playful expression, “Why don’t you come along now? Or do we have to resort to force to bring you up?”
A hint of threat appeared in his eyes.
And the hand resting on Quentin’s shoulder suddenly exerted more force.
He was a martial artist from a small sect.
Although only a Yellow Realm Warrior, dealing with two or three dozen unarmed ordinary people was no problem at all.
The grip of his hand was unbearable for ordinary people, and even for another Yellow Realm Warrior, it would be extremely painful…
But soon, astonishment appeared on his face because Quentin showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, he looked at him with a mocking expression, which made him very annoyed.
“You don’t know what’s good for you! Do you really want us to take action?” He glared menacingly.
Quentin’s expression darkened slightly, “I dislike others touching me.”
As he spoke, he seized the wrist of the man in the black suit with one hand.
“Crack!”
There was a crisp sound as Quentin forcibly broke the man’s wrist!
He let out a scream.
Quentin turned his chair, raised his head slightly, and stared at him, then swept his foot, knocking the man in the suit to the ground, his head hitting the ground, emitting a painful wail.
Quentin stepped on his head, using him as a footrest, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, exuding a domineering aura.
“How dare you, mere lackeys, be arrogant in front of me? Get Mr. Hinton to come down here.”
“Get him!” The man in the suit, being stepped on by Quentin, felt immense humiliation, roaring on the spot.
Behind him, those big men stared at Quentin, their eyes widened, rushing towards him with their fists!
Their momentum was much more terrifying than those ordinary thugs.
It was evident that each of these ten or so big men was a formidable opponent, capable of taking on ten opponents alone, and their martial arts skills were exceptional.
Although God of Gamblers seemed to be skilled, dealing with these guys would be tough, they were definitely not opponents! Everyone thought to themselves.
At the same time, Quentin also made his move. He simply raised his fist and smashed it towards the one in front of him!
The next moment, they watched as the person flew backward, the entire fist that collided with Quentin turning into a blur of blood and flesh, bones shattered…
As he flew back, he knocked several people down.
“Fall-”
Quentin’s fingertips produced several playing cards, with a slight wave of his hand, they flew out, tearing through the space like sharp blades!
The cards pierced through their thighs, embedding into the ground behind them…
Their thighs pierced by the cards, the group of big men felt a sharp pain, and their bodies, which were rushing forward, suddenly lost their support, falling to their knees!
Silence filled the room.
Quentin’s move left them dumbfounded.
Those ten or so men, their faces twisted with pain and fear, looked up at Quentin sitting in the chair.
Their Adam’s apples rolled, cold sweat pouring down their backs, who was this guy, with such terrifying strength, they had probably met their match this time.
Quentin released his foot, and the man in the black suit who had been terrified just now lifted his head.
Quentin slapped him, sending him flying, “Take your people and leave. Also, tell Mr. Hinton to come down and see me in person, now go-”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The man in the black suit had been scared out of his wits by the scene before him, nodding frantically like a pecking chicken, staggering to his feet, and leading his group of men, whose thighs were bleeding profusely, away, limping.
He was a Yellow Realm Warrior, indeed much stronger than ordinary people, but a martial artist as terrifying as Quentin was something he had never seen before!
But he knew, the man in front of him was powerful.