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?”

Anthony patted his chest and promised it would be a piece of cake,

I’ll be

smiled and hung up the phone.

all masters who had reached the Power

didn’t dare to do

This was just a

for the message since Leonard left the hotel.

many masters and would at least be defeated

the men who went

Realm. If someone could defeat them all, they

look at Noam for his opinion.

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

you have reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm. Even if Leonard possesses the power of Transformation Realm, why are you afraid of

wants to play with us, let’s play

words gave Anthony

thought, “Yes, I have nothing to fear. I have reached the Superior Level of Transformation Realm, so

the side of

the message

Santos, are

ground with a glint of coldness in his

come over here to check on who is most likely to collude with Anthony within

game.”

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

Recently, Max in the Youth Sect has risen abruptly, breaking through to the Grand Master Realm and gaining

I’m not mistaken, Anthony would be planning to stand on Max’s side. That’s why he sent someone to test you. Mr. Santos, please don’t worry. As a

waved his

need to report such

spoke, Leonard gazed suddenly up in

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 break him into pieces.”

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

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

against the door to the car and didn’t