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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.

and Henrik kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying, just

legs felt like they were made of lead, too weak to muster any strength, his dodging slowed to

bat slammed into the back of his head. Pain exploded, his head throbbed as if it were splitting open, Henrik gritted his teeth, letting out a muffled

shook his head, trying to stave off the sickness. Sweat mixed with blood dripped down, soaking

pride was clear, refusing

a surge of respect. What a gutsy

approached Henrik, looking down

you a chance. Kneel and beg for mercy, and

sticky with blood and sweat, utterly disheveled and vulnerable, yet there was something

him.

“In your dreams.”

landed with force. Wade saw the scorn and mockery in Henrik’s bloodshot eyes.

bat in his hand came crashing down on

hands gripping his pant legs tightly, refusing to

by two thugs, was seething. “Wade, if you harm my son, the Irving family will never

Wade laughed triumphantly. “Your son refuses to plead, but you can. Just kneel down and

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