The Man's Decree

Chapter 27 Appetizer

As Jared walked down the hill, he was stopped by a group of four to five men along the way.

“Jared, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Warrick smirked at Jared.

Behind him was a group of fierce-looking men wielding clubs in their hands.

“Why are you waiting for me?” Jared shot Warrick an icy glance. “If you’re looking for a fight, you lot are no match for me. Yesterday, I took out more than ten men from the Scott family singlehandedly. Do you think just a handful of you can defeat me?”

“Hahaha! Jared, how dare you speak with such arrogance before knowing who I brought with me? You’ll naturally learn their identities once you’re begging for mercy on your knees!”

Laughing heartily, Warrick was unfazed by Jared.

Warrick had seen for himself what happened yesterday. Baldy and his men were nothing more than incompetent street thugs who were each defeated by a single punch from Jared.

Unlike the day before, Warrick’s men were all martial artists who could single-handedly defeat ten men by themselves without breaking a sweat.

“It seems I let you off too lightly the last time. I should have broken your limbs so that you won’t be making a fool of yourself right now,” Jared sneered while giving Warrick the side-eye.

going to beat you till you grovel for mercy if it’s the last

“Men, someone is willing to pay a hundred thousand to

the mention of a hundred thousand, the men’s

us to make him cry, laughing will be the last thing

you want him to drop to his knees,

kick from me alone will cause

looks, clearly not

one offering the reward?” Jared asked

to cause her any more trouble. After beating up Leyton, the Scott family will definitely not forgive you. All I’m doing now is serving you

shouldn’t have shown you any

hands with a shrug, Jared suddenly launched

sent

looked down upon Jared a moment ago, froze as

flying with a kick, one needed to be extremely powerful.

Cough! Cough!

onto the ground, Warrick threw up a pool of blood. After

each other, his men charged forward, motivated by

were not

Pfft!

before dashing forward to meet