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?

attacking him?” Emmett raged when he saw

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

their boss, the mercenaries exchanged glances with

stab him, he

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

Pfft!

blood spewed in every

Jonathan’s victim dropped like a fly before he had the opportunity to cry out in

way of wielding a bayonet!” As Jonathan pulled the weapon out of the deceased’s chest, he glared

In a split second, he had pierced another mercenary in the chest with his

began to gush out from his

sight. He then shoved his latest victim with his right hand, causing the latter to collapse onto the ground. The next

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

extremely efficient, ruthless,

he a prey? Evidently,

“Kill him!”

anymore. Without a moment’s hesitation, they pulled out their guns and aimed at

they couldn’t beat him in close combat, they had

loaded their weapons in unison and aimed the

his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So what if you’re an expert at hand-to-hand combat? Do

you know how much I hate to have a gun pointed at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear

grabbed the mercenary’s wrist, and broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized his weapon from him in the blink of

pointed the weapon at the latter’s

my head?” After giving the man a look, Jonathan pulled the trigger. With a loud bang, the bullet left its chamber and