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?”

be a piece of cake, telling Leonard to send him the address, and he’d

be

hung up the phone.

masters who had

of course, didn’t dare to do

just a test

waiting for the message since Leonard

masters and would at least be defeated and

who went there were all defeated.

those people who had reached the Strength Realm. If someone could defeat them all, they even

but look at Noam

point you out but asked you to clean up the mess. It might be better for you

Realm. Even if Leonard possesses the power of Transformation

Mr. Santos wants to play with us,

gave Anthony

nothing to fear. I have reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm, so will Leonard

the side of the Rolls-Royce and smoked

message

Santos, are you alright?”

at the men falling to the ground

is most likely to collude

game.”

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

factions. Recently, Max in the Youth Sect has risen abruptly, breaking through to the Grand Master Realm and gaining the favor of many

That’s why he sent someone to test you.

his hand.

report such trivial matters to Mr. Clarkson.”

Leonard gazed suddenly up

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

came striding in with a few

with a teasing look on his face, as if these people who fell on the ground had nothing to do

he arranged for someone to ambush me. Did he really think I was kind-hearted and wouldn’t kill someone?” Leonard said with a spurious smile.

against the door to the car and didn’t