“I have over a hundred men here. You encompassed us alone?” Doug laughed aloud after returning to his senses, and so did his men.
“You are so funny. Are you too blind to see how many men I have? We’ve encompassed you instead.”
“Your words sound familiar. Oh, a mercenary corp with a thousand men said so before, but all of them dropped off the surface of the Earth eventually.”
Jeff approached closer.
“A thousand men? Don’t be kidding. You two are alone here. Guys, hit them. I must teach this arrogant brat a lesson. He can never afford to offend me.”
A murderous look flashed through Doug’s eyes. He flicked his hand, and his men rushed up to Jeff and Robin.
All of them held iron bars.
“Go to Hell!”
They raised the iron bars. Seemingly they wanted to smash all Jeff’s bones as there were no cameras in this lane. Coincidentally, that was why Robin had stopped here.
“Jeff, before I finish smoking, knock them down.”
Robin pulled out a pack of cigarettes while leaning against the Porsche. Then he lit one, watching the scene behind the smoke. He was indeed an outfit to others.
“How hilarious! Think you are a superman…” Doug sneered.
However, before he finished mocking, his voice was covered by his men’s miserable cries. Startled, Doug looked around, only to find five or six men still standing.
‘What the heck? That’s too fast!’
He doubted how incompetent his men were in fighting.
“Stoney! Hit him!”
Doug looked at the most sturdy man in the crow, who wore a push dagger with a fierce look. Each punch was thrown toward Jeff’s vital points.
Stoney was an underground boxer who was adept at combating. Therefore, he was Doug’s most trustworthy hatchet man.
“No problem!”
Stoney sped up while hitting Jeff, the air whistling. A touch of a smile played on Jeff’s lips. “I know you are a good fighter. I planned to leave you to the last. Now you drop on my lap. What a pity!”
“Bang!”
Jeff threw a punch at Stoney, hitting Stoney’s fist in mid-air.
They locked eyes.
The next second, Stoney cried in pain and flinched, covering his right arm. His face twisted in pain, and cold sweat oozed his forehead. He looked back at Doug. “Sorry, Boss. He’s too tough. I have hand fractures.”
“What?”
Doug gaped at him.
Jeff moved again. He lifted his foot to give the rest men double kicks, and they fell to the ground. After he threw another punch at Stoney, the latter also rolled on the ground, unable to stand up.
“Mr. Bailey, 43 seconds in total. Mission accomplished,” Jeff walked to Robin and reported to him.
Robin looked at Doug, who was fearfully watching his men roll on the ground in pain. Noticing Robin’s gaze, he flinched. “Calm down, Sir. You must be reasonable. That woman owes us money, so she must return it to us, right? That’s why we’re looking for her.”
“How much did she really owe you? If you add an extra penny, I’ll break your arm,” Robin said.
“100, 000 dollars,” Doug answered honestly this time. “Last month, she borrowed 100, 000 dollars from us. It’s real. I have the IOU note. With interest later, it became…”
He paused.
“It became 600, 000 dollars, didn’t it? It’s only one month. Your interest rose indeed rapidly.”
Robin narrowed his gaze.
“Sir, I must be responsible for my men. I have to,” Doug replied in an entreating voice.
“You have to? I also need to be responsible for my friend. Give me a million dollars for his mental loss and service fee. Or you and your men never think of leaving here today.”
“One million?”
Doug paled. He had only two million dollars, including his outfits. Robin wanted half of their money, which meant a lot to them.
“Why? Unwilling to give it to me? Cut off his third leg, Jeff.”
Robin stared daggers at Doug immediately.
‘My third leg?’
Doug panicked.
“Stop it! I’m willing to give one million to you, Sir. It’s my pleasure.”
He pulled out his bank card and passed it to Robin obediently.
“If I know you do this again, you all will be doomed.”
Robin flicked his hand to let them leave.
“OK, OK, OK.”
Doug nodded vigorously. He was horrified by Robin and Jeff. The latter had won against a hundred armed men without being injured. Actually, Jeff looked pretty relaxed.
Doug decided to take a break and hide for a while. He could tell Robin was short-tempered. If Robin saw him do the deeds again, his third leg would probably be cut off for real.
However, his driver walked to Robin before Doug left with his men. “Excuse me, Mister. May I know why your driving skill is so wonderful?”
He kept doubting himself. Before graduating from middle school, he became an underground racing driver. It had been seven or eight years, and he was always proud of his driving skill.
However, compared to Robin, he doubted if he could drive.
Doug also looked back at them with interest as he was also curious. Although he wanted to scold Frank House, the driver, he wondered why Frank was so lame compared to Robin. After all, Frank was one of the top ten underground racing drivers.
“Do you know what I used to drive before?” Robin asked.
“What did you drive before? Jeep, Hummer, or Bentley? Or Rolls-Royce?” Doug asked.
“Ferrari F2004, Williams F2002, or Red Bull Racing RB7?” Frank also guessed the professional racing team Robin might have been. In his opinion, a man like Robin should be famous in the car racing field.
However, Robin answered, “I used to drive a hell buggy. Well, a heavy tank, to be exact.”
He didn’t lie. When he was in the military, he started as a soldier. During the past seven years, he was the company commander of the 9th Tank Troop, where he drove a heavy tank in battles.
Excellent driving skills were required for driving a tank.
“A hell buggy?”
Doug and Frank exchanged a glance, and their pupils constricted. Not everyone could drive a tank.
At this moment, Doug decided to quit his business. He was indeed terrified.