Chapter 127: Chapter 127

Chapter 127 Entering The Tiger's Den

Lone Wolf was a little thin and looked inconspicuous compared to the bulky Gorilla.

"You are really arrogant. I, Gorilla of the C City Generation, have never met a rival such as you. I hope you are not too weak because that would be too boring!" Gorilla smiled.

"I feel the same way with you. I haven't met an opponent who can keep up with me for a long time since I returned home. I hope you're not too weak. Come on!" Lone Wolf said quietly.

"Well, don't you dare be so arrogant in front of me. So die!"

Gorilla shook his sandbag-like fist directly and fired at Lone Wolf.

His punch gave off a strong wind and was full of power!

"Too weak!"

Lone Wolf shook his head.

When Gorilla's fist reached in front of Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf stretched out his hand and grabbed Gorilla's fist.

Gorilla, who had a confident look on his face, suddenly changed his countenance.

He wanted to take his fist back, but he found that the strength of his opponent was peerless!

The next moment, Lone Wolf gave Gorilla's fist a painful twist.

"Ow!"

With a mournful scream, Gorilla's whole arm was twisted 360 degrees.

At the same time, Lone Wolf rushed directly in front of Gorilla and gave him bone-shattering back kick.

Gorilla bent directly in a terrifying arc in the opposite direction.

Gorilla, whose knee was crippled, fell directly to the ground, breathing cold air in his aching mouth, and he was trembling all over.

Just two moves and it was already obvious who the winner was!

When Martin saw the battle scene, he had to sigh while thinking that Lone Wolf was really too powerful.

How can Gorilla, who looked fierce, be so vulnerable when faced at his mercy?

Lone Wolf walked up to Gorilla, stared at him on the ground, and shook his head.

"I was going to warm up, but you're too weak to even break a sweat."

"You! Who on earth are you? How could you be so good?" Gorilla stared at Lone Wolf in fear.

Before that, he was very confident about his strength, and he always thought he was strong.

However, just after he learned the strength of Lone Wolf, he realized how weak he was.

"Your strength is not worthy to know my name!" Lone Wolf said quietly.

Then, he turned to Martin and said, "What do we do with him, Martin?"

Martin walked up to Gorilla and said, "Tell me, who sent you?"

Gorilla kept quiet.

"You won't talk? Lone Wolf, maybe you should teach him how to." Martin said coldly.

Lone Wolf nodded. Then, he steps on Gorilla's other knee.

"Ow!"

With a mournful scream, Gorilla's other knee was trampled with flesh and blood.

Gorilla felt the searing pain coursing through him that his head was dripping with sweat and his face turned pale.

"I'll tell you! Have mercy! Mr. Edie Horace. He sent me!" Gorilla finally confessed.

Gorilla knew that he has given his name before, so even if he did not say it, the other party will check his name and Horace would still be found.

"Horace! It's him again! Does he want me dead?" Martin narrowed his eyes, his eyes twinkling with chill.

"What should I do with him, Martin? Should I kill him?" Lone Wolf pointed to Gorilla on the ground.

"No, break his hamstring and take him to see Horace!" Martin declared coldly.

Horace often sent people to kill him. How can Martin stand it?

In Horace's villa.

Horace was waiting to hear from Gorilla, and he expected Martin to be killed completely this time!

Soon enough, a young man rushed in.

"There is a man named Martin James at the door, Mr. Edie. He says he wants to see you." The man said.

"What? Is he really at the door?"

Horace stood up.

"Horace, how dare you!" A shrill voice came in from the outside.

Then, Martin's figure came in through the door.

Lone Wolf followed him, who was carrying Gorilla like a dead dog.

"Gorilla!"

When Horace and Colin saw Gorilla, their eyes widened with surprise.

Martin and Lone Wolf have fully entered the living room of the villa.

Lone Wolf threw Gorilla directly to the ground with a loud bang.

"The tendons of his hands and feet have been broken, and he is destined to be crippled for the rest of his life."

Martin told them, sitting across from Horace impudently.

"How dare you!"

Horace slammed his hand on the table. His face was livid.

For Horace, Gorilla was the number one player in his hand and a trump card in his hand, but now he has just been discarded.

Moreover, the other party went so far as to find and personally threw the crippled Gorilla in front of him, which was completely to humiliate him.

Martin also slammed his hands the table, stood up with wide eyes and shouted back. "Who on earth has the guts to send people to assassinate me over again? Do you really think that my I am easy to bully?"

Martin's voice reverberated throughout the living room, full of momentum.

"Horace, I came here today to tell you that you losers are still far from killing me!"

"From now on, don't you dare send someone to kill me again. No matter how many you send to assassinate me, they'll never succeed." Martin said dangerously.

After that, Martin just turned around.

"Lone Wolf. Let's go!"

"Stop right there!"

Horace let out a roar.

Suddenly, more than a dozen goons in the house all swarmed up to surround them.

"Martin, I have to admire your courage. You dare to break into my house with only one person! Do you think I'll let you set foot outside that easily? I don't think so." Horace's eyes held triumph as if a mouse has finally been caught in his trap.

"With all these men, do you think you can stop me?" Martin sneered.

"I know your bodyguard is so good that even Gorilla is no match for him, but no matter how good he is, can he be as good without a gun?"

When Horace said this, he pulled out a pistol directly from under the table.

Guns were extremely tightly controlled in the United States, and it's extremely difficult to get them, but it's not surprising that someone like Horace could get himself one.

Horace pointed his gun at Martin and Lone Wolf.

"Martin, as long as I gently pull this trigger, you and your bodyguard will die!" Horace had a hideous face.

Martin looked at him and sneered. "I informed my people before I came to your house. If something happens to me, they will tell my grandfather that I had an accident at your turf. I'm sure it wouldn't just cost you your life, but also your whole family. All of them will be accompanying you to your grave."

After hearing his words, Horace's face suddenly changed.

"I'm leaving. If you have the guts, just shoot!" Martin sneered.

Then, Martin turned around once again.

"Lone Wolf, let's go!"

After saying that, Martin strode out directly, and his bodyguard followed him.

Horace pointed a gun at Martin's back, his eyes flashing with endless anger and his hands trembling.

But, he didn't shoot until Martin walked out the door and totally left.

To his frustration, he shot the door to which Martin just exited from.

"Bastards!"

Horace shouted angrily, while he fired mercilessly at Gorilla on the ground until his gun ran out of bullets. He pulled the trigger seven or eight times.

Lying on the ground, Gorilla, on the sixth bullet, was directly out of breath.

After all, Gorilla has become a waste was worthless to him, coupled with him did not get things done. Naturally, he became the object of Horace's fury.

Colin and the others in the house were all trembling with fear, and the rest of them dared not breathe.

After firing the gun, Horace slammed the gun on the ground, and then turned and sat down.

"Mr. Edie, seeing that even Gorilla is no match for him suggests that he is a great bodyguard. It seems that we have to take a long-term view." Colin said gingerly.

On the other end, Martin breathed a sigh of relief when he left the villa.

Martin concluded that Horace was afraid to shoot him, but he was not 100% sure about that. What if Horace did lose his mind?

"After today, Horace should not dare to send anyone to assassinate me again." Martin said to himself.

He believed that as long as Horace has a little brain, he won't dare to lay a finger on him again.

Just then, Martin's phone suddenly rang. The call was from an unknown phone number.

"Hello. You are?" Martin picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Martin? I'm your high school president. There will be a high school class party in our class the day after tomorrow. Would you like to come?" A slightly familiar voice came from the other end.

Martin can be sure that the voice was indeed their class monitor from high school.

"Class reunion? Of course, I'm coming!" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There have been class gatherings in the high school class before, but Martin has never been there because high school was a very dark thing for him. During those three years, he was bullied by the villains and thugs in the class.

But now, Martin was no longer the Martin James that used to be bullied.

It was time to put an end to some of his past grudges.

So, in this high school class party, he must go. Yes!