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?

Why aren’t you attacking him?” Emmett

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

by their boss, the mercenaries exchanged glances with each other before thrusting their

they managed to stab him, he would definitely

not how you use a triangular bayonet!” Staring at the men with a frosty gaze, Jonathan took one step forward and launched a kick at the third man in the abdomen. Then he snatched the bayonet

Pfft!

spewed in

before he had the opportunity to cry out

deceased’s chest, he glared at the rest of them. “It baffles

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

gush out from

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

bones rang out, Jonathan twisted his blade to further

extremely efficient, ruthless, and

is he a prey? Evidently, he is

“Kill him!”

Jonathan anymore. Without a moment’s

combat, they had

loaded their weapons in unison and aimed the gun barrels

fighting? Continue fighting then!” Having his gun trained at Jonathan, one mercenary mocked, “So

I hate to have a gun pointed at my head?” Staring down at the black barrel of the gun, Jonathan showed no fear at all. Instead, he sneered, “How dare

broke it. Before the man could yell in agony, Jonathan had seized his weapon from him in the blink of an

the weapon

my head?” After giving the man a look, Jonathan pulled the trigger. With a