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Chapter 245

The thugs sprawled across the ground, their eyes brimming with fear as they looked at Henrik. They hadn’t expected this refined–looking young man to be such a powerhouse, holding his own against them for so long.

But he was just one guy, outmatched and outnumbered, struggling to keep up with their relentless assault, his strength waning.

Sharing a quick glance, the thugs spread out, attacking Henrik from all angles like cowards.

Henrik sidestepped swiftly, dodging an incoming punch, then, quick as a flash, he grabbed the attacker’s arm and twisted it with brutal force.

The man howled in agony, and Henrik kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying, just in time to glimpse

His legs felt like they were

slammed into the back of his head. Pain exploded, his head throbbed as if it were splitting

trying to stave off the sickness. Sweat mixed with blood dripped down,

back was slightly bent, but his inherent pride was clear, refusing to bow even with his body covered in wounds.

onlookers couldn’t help but feel a surge

bat, approached Henrik, looking down

chance. Kneel and beg for mercy, and I’ll spare you

His face was sticky with blood and sweat, utterly disheveled and vulnerable, yet there was something terrifying about

him.

“In your dreams.”

three words, spat out from deep within, landed with force. Wade saw

livid. The bat in his hand came crashing down on

his hands gripping his pant legs tightly, refusing to kneel despite his legs going

two thugs, was seething. “Wade, if you harm my son, the Irving family will never let you off!”

you find your words laughable?” Wade laughed triumphantly. “Your son refuses to plead, but you can. Just kneel down and kowtow

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