From A Prisoner To A Big Short’s Inheritor

Several strong men dressed in black rushed down from a dozen cars, respectively.

They were all martial artist practitioners and were extremely fast, quickly coming at Leonard’s car like cheetahs.

Leonard unhurriedly opened the door to the car.

Until those strong men rushed closer, he struck out ferociously, punching one person at a time with vicious moves.

With every punch he threw, a man would be knocked down.

Two or three minutes later, around his Rolls-Royce, more than forty men were already lying in disarray.

These martial artists were considered excellent fighters anywhere, but at this moment, their arms or legs had been twisted and deformed, and their throats had been smashed. They died horribly on the spot.

Some martial artists were even hit so severely that their chests crumbled, and they were spitting blood out of their

mouths.

Even though there were so many martial artists, none of them were able to cry out. They could only utter weak sounds of pain mixed with miserable whimpers.

Leonard walked over to a middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader and stomped on top of his head.

“If I’m not mistaken, Anthony assigned you here, right?”

As the man hadn’t even said a word, Leonard used his foot to force the entire head of that man to be directly stomped and deformed.

As for the rest of the guys, Leonard didn’t bother with them.

He returned to his car, took out his phone, found a number in the call log he had just talked to, and dialed it.

He called Anthony.

A slight hint of a pandering voice came from Anthony on the other side of the phone. “Mr. Santos, what can I do for you?”

Leonard laughed, “I’m so sorry. I have something to ask for your help. A group of people here besieged me, and I all killed them. If the Bureau of Police finds out, there will inevitably be trouble. Can you come and help me deal with it?”

the other side of the phone, Anthony patted his chest and promised it would be a piece of cake, telling Leonard to send him the address, and

be right there.”

smiled and hung up the

who had reached the Power Realm and Strength Realm.

of course, didn’t dare to

was just a test for Leonard.

had been waiting for the message since

so many masters

men who went there were all defeated.

the Strength Realm. If someone

help but look at Noam for his

momentarily and said, “Since Leonard didn’t point you out but asked you to clean up the mess. It might be better for you to

Level of Transformation Realm. Even if Leonard

Mr. Santos wants to play with us, let’s play

gave Anthony a strong

to fear. I have reached the Superior Level

side of the

the message and rushed over.

Santos, are you alright?”

falling to the ground with a glint of

is most likely to collude with Anthony within the Galen Group and

game.”

the men about it, and they all said Anthony sent them. But Leonard thought

the Youth Sect has risen abruptly, breaking

sent someone to test you. Mr. Santos, please don’t worry. As

his hand.

need to report such trivial matters to Mr.

up

he heard a bright voice coming through. “Who the hell has such guts? He even dared to ambush Mr. Santos. If I check it out, I will definitely

striding in with

if these people who fell on the ground had

he arranged for someone to ambush me. Did he really think I was kind-hearted and wouldn’t

the car and didn’t move, waiting for Anthony