The Legendary Man

Chapter 297 It Is Your Turn

“What are you lot waiting for? Attack!”

Emmett’s face darkened at his defiance.

“Yes!”

Upon his order, the burly men brandished the batons and bayonets they were holding and charged at Jonathan.

However, before they could strike, Jonathan had sprung into action. Stepping forward swiftly, he launched a punch at one mercenary who was at the front of the group.

The impact on his head caused the latter to black out and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Before the rest of the group could react, Jonathan swung his right arm and hit another man on the neck with his elbow.

A loud thump rumbled through the room.

Despite weighing almost two hundred pounds, the second man fell like a log from Jonathan’s assault.

After they saw what happened, alarm bells sounded in the other mercenaries’ mind as they approached him cautiously.

Being professional hired hands, they had fought many brutal battles and spilled the blood of countless men.

However, nothing prepared them to face a foe like Jonathan where they couldn’t counter-attack at all.

How is this possible?

there for? Why aren’t you attacking him?” Emmett raged when he saw the mercenaries

can more than ten of you fail to take down one man? What’s the point of me paying you so much

boss, the mercenaries exchanged glances with each other before thrusting their bayonets at Jonathan’s

him, he would definitely be

men with a frosty gaze, Jonathan took one step forward and launched a kick at the third man in the

Pfft!

blood spewed in

Jonathan’s victim dropped like a fly before he had the

out of the deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of

at the group. In a split second, he had pierced another mercenary

to gush out

then shoved his latest victim with his right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next moment, he turned his bayonet around and thrust it

loud crack of fractured bones rang out, Jonathan twisted his blade to further damage

actions were extremely

a prey? Evidently, he is a

“Kill him!”

dare underestimate Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation,

in close combat, they had

in unison and aimed the gun

Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what

have a gun pointed at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear at all. Instead,

aimed at him, Jonathan darted ahead, grabbed the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized

weapon

giving the man a look, Jonathan pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the bullet