“Gone?”
Henry scanned around and saw no one left. Sneering, he grabbed the skewers and munched the food. “That’s what I want.”
“What if I stab all the skewers into your palms, brat?”
Henry waved the skewers after finishing the food.
However, Robin remained seated while eating and drinking bear without sparing a glance over.
Seemingly nothing on that side was worth his attention.
“I’m talking to you, brat.”
Being ignored, Henry frowned unhappily.
“You don’t have the right to talk to General Bailey.”
Nick gazed at him icily.
“I don’t have the right? Humph! Ask those people in the hospital if I have. I’ll also let you experience the despair today.”
Ferociousness flashed through Henry’s face. He was angered by them ignoring him.
He was proud of his championship.
An ordinary man would have stood up and run away without hesitation. Robin was just a beggar and security guard. Henry didn’t expect Robin to ignore him.
“Let me teach you a lesson and expose your true color. Stop pretending!” Henry growled.
He hopped off and spun, kicking towards Robin’s head. He didn’t have mercy at all.
Once he kicked Robin, the latter’s head would be broken.
Henry was confident in showing Robin the consequences of provoking him.
“You can never afford to annoy me. Remember. I’m Henry Digby…”
Suddenly, he broke off as Nick suddenly made a move. Although he was like a migrant worker, he fiercely threw a punch at Henry’s leg.
Along with Henry’s strength, Nick shook him off. Henry was smashed to another table.
“Damn it!”
Henry planted his hands on the table to keep his balance, gazing at Nick solemnly.
His kick could be stopped, although his opponent might not find the balance spot in the air.
However, the migrant worker reacted in such a short time and found the spot. Henry realized he couldn’t underestimate him.
“Who are you?” he asked Nick.
His hunch told him it wasn’t an ordinary man but an excellent fighter. Henry wondered if Nick deliberately disguised himself as a migrant worker and hid in the small city.
“I’m just my general’s soldier,” answered Nick in righteousness.
He didn’t lie. In the past, he was a field officer. After betraying Robin, he couldn’t have the title any longer but had to start as a soldier.
“A soldier?”
His answer irritated Henry. He had thought Nick was an outstanding martial artist like those legendary old men. It turned out he was just a soldier.
Nick believed he was a real soldier who could contribute to the country.
In Henry’s opinion, it meant Nick was just Robin’s henchman.
Thinking that he mistook Nick for being a martial art master, he realized Robin was more excellent than Nick. Henry felt humiliated.
“I’m gonna kill this guy. It’s none of your business. Get out!” Henry pointed at Nick.
“You don’t have the right to fight with General Bailey.”
Nick flicked his hand. “Besides, I can easily win against you.”
“How arrogant! Let me kill you first before ending Robin Bailey’s life, then.”
Seething with rage, Henry stamped on a table with one foot and kicked it towards Robin. It was his clever move as he could tell Nick was injured, although he was a good fighter.
He kicked the table towards Nick, so the latter would instinctively dodge. However, Nick had declared he would protect Robin, so Henry wished to injure Nick with this kick.
That was one of the dirty tricks he often used.
“Humph! Go to Hell!”
Lying aside, Percy was watching them with a ferocious look. Blood streamed down from the wound with a fork, but he didn’t eagerly call an ambulance.
He wanted to watch his cousin kill Robin.
Only Robin dying miserably could cheer him up.
Once Robin was dead or disabled, Elise would divorce him for sure. Percy believed he would have a chance to replace Robin in that case.
However, Robin remarked calmly, “You’ve underestimated my field officer, although he’s aged and disabled.”
“Bang!”
Nick reached out, grabbed the table, and pressed it onto the floor.
Looking at Henry with a fierceness he had hidden for years, Nick announced, “It’s my turn now.”
The next second, he appeared before Henry. The latter was still in a trance and immediately reacted. Raising his arm, he blocked Nick’s attack.
“Shit! Aren’t you disabled? You old bastard! You moved so fast,” Henry cursed.
“Only one of my legs is broken,” Nick sneered while throwing punches at him.
“Only one. Right.”
Robin sipped the beer, sitting and watching. He could tell Nick’s movements. Although one of Nick’s legs was broken, he could use the other one with a powerful explosive force.
It was challenging, but Nick was the best killer, so he dealt with it easily.
“You’ve really annoyed me, you old bastard.”
Henry gave Nick a round kick and punched him back. “I’m the kickboxing champion, good at almost twenty boxing arts. I’ve practiced them since childhood. Think you can win against me, huh? You do have a death wish. Let me make your wish come true.”
Henry was riled up.
He couldn’t win against a mid-aged man after several moves, feeling ashamed.
Therefore, he wantonly attacked Nick. Anyway, if Nick was killed, Percy would deal with his aftermath. Percy was from an influential family, so Henry wasn’t worried.
“Old bastard? I’ve killed far more people than you can imagine. I’ve experienced far more things than what you have all your life. Just a kind reminder. Your so-called boxing art is the biggest flaw in my eyes.”
“I used to be a field officer. My nickname is Instructor. Remember me.”
Nick threw a punch at Henry’s chin. The latter bounced up to the ceiling. His eye pupils constricted in disbelief.
He wondered why the boxing art he was the best at was defeated.