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?”

would be a piece of cake, telling Leonard to send him the address, and he’d be right on his way to

be right

and hung up the phone.

all masters who had reached the Power Realm and Strength Realm.

of course, didn’t dare

This was just

been waiting for the message since Leonard left the

thought that Leonard would face so many masters and

the men who went there were all

Strength Realm. If someone could defeat them all, they even had powers of Transformation

help but look at Noam

you to clean up the mess.

of Transformation Realm. Even if Leonard possesses the power of Transformation Realm,

to play with us,

words gave Anthony a strong

reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm, so will Leonard even

the side of the

message and

are

falling to the ground with a glint of coldness in

check on who is most likely to collude with Anthony within the Galen Group and play such

game.”

they all said Anthony sent them. But Leonard thought Anthony didn’t have the guts to do it

Galen Group, divided into many factions. Recently, Max in the Youth Sect has

Max’s side. That’s why he sent someone to test you. Mr. Santos, please don’t worry. As a guarantee, I will definitely

his hand.

report such

spoke, Leonard gazed suddenly up in

hell has such guts? He even dared to ambush

striding in with a few

look on his face, as if these people who fell on the ground

he arranged for someone to ambush me. Did he really think I was

against the door to the car and didn’t move, waiting for Anthony to