Chapter 210: Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Psychological Game

Horace Edie couldn't bet that if Martin James had a real gun, he'd be done with a shot. He thought that in Martin's capacity, the gun was real.

Martin was relieved when he heard Horace said 'don't shoot'.

Martin, however, showed no sign of it.

"Don't shoot? It's such a good chance to kill you. As soon as I pull the trigger, you're going to die. Why don't I shoot?!" Martin sneered.

"If you shoot, once I'm dead, my eight bodyguards will definitely come up and kill you! A box of bullets in your gun is not enough to destroy them!" Horace gritted her teeth.

"It seems to be the case."

Martin pretended to be in a dazed appearance.

Then Martin James said, "Well, what should we do now?"

Horace wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a strong smile. "If you don't shoot, I won't let my bodyguard move you. We leave each other, and we are all safe. How about that?"

Martin showed a thoughtful look.

Moments later, Martin said, "Take your men, and get out of here!"

"Okay!"

Horace met Martin's thought and he was relieved.

"Let's go! Go! Go!"

Horace quickly took his men, turned away, and got into the car next to him.

Horace's Mercedes, and his bodyguard's black business car, drove away from the hospital.

After watching Horace Edie's car disappear into view.

Martin breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down directly on the ground.

Martin had just been bandaged, and now that Horace Edie had gone, his bandaged body had naturally loosened.

At this point, Martin still could feel his heart straightly jumping.

Even his back had been completely wet by cold sweats!

"Fortunately, Horace Edie was scared." Martin spoke to himself.

He had to say that it was just so thrilling!

Martin leaned on a gun without a bullet and scared away Horace Edie.

Martin was totally just talking to Horace, he played psychological game.

Martin would have died here today if he had just been identified by Horace!

"I've got to find a way to get some bullets!" Martin muttered to himself.

After all, Lone Wolf couldn't be with him all the time, just as when Lone Wolf went to work for Martin.

So, when Lone Wolf was away, he had to rely on a gun.

After sitting on the ground for a minute, Martin hurried to his car and drove off.

At the same time, Martin hastened to call Steven Smedley. He asked him to find a way to help him get some pistol bullets.

Inside Horace Edie's car.

"Damn, it's so hanging!"

Horace wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and just now he was just as scared.

"Mr. Edie, since this boy's bodyguard isn't around, why don't we quietly send someone to do it to him tonight?" A bodyguard suggested.

"Yes!" Horace nodded suddenly.

"Well, when you get back, you hand-pick a good man to sneak into the boy's house and kill him!" Horace Edie said.

"Okay, Mr. Edie!" The man should be under.

"Remember, as long as you can kill him, I'll give you one percent of the company!" Horace said.

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Edie! I must accomplish this and get rid of this boy!" The man said excitedly.

One percent of the shares was definitely not a small number!

It was eleven o'clock at night.

Martin was already at home.

He didn't know what would happen tonight.

A knock at the door rang.

Martin got up and went to open the door.

After the door was opened, there were ten men in black who came into view!

Martin also met them today, because they were the black-clothed bodyguard who was with Horace that day.

"Did Horace Edie send you here?" Martin's face changed.

"That's right, Mr. James. We're here to send you to hell." The big man in black smiled.

The man in black raised his knife directly and cut it directly at Martin.

As soon as the big man in black raised his knife, a dart flew straight over, and hit the big man in black in the head.

The big man in black fell in response.

Martin looked at the big man in black on the ground and smiled coldly. "Whoever sent you would be the one who would go to hell, even if he didn't want to!"

At this point, Lone Wolf emerged from Martin's back.

The dart's nature was a masterpiece of Lone Wolf.

"Lone Wolf, take care of the rest of these people. It's up to you! Just leave a living mouth." Martin said faintly.

"Okay!"

Lone Wolf nodded. Then he rushed straight up.

A minute later.

Lone Wolf was carrying the only remaining living mouth, and threw it in front of Martin. The others were all corpses.

The only remaining man was frightened, looked pale, and trembling.

"Go back and tell about what happened to Mr. Edie. He still has a long way from playing this trick with me, okay? Martin stared at him.

"Got it!" The man nodded in horror.

"Get out of here!" Martin waved his hand.

The man naturally crawled away.

Inside the house.

"Martin, you have a precise idea that Horace Edie might send someone tonight." Lone Wolf said.

Martin smiled. "Horace Edie would have thought that you weren't with me, and that it was a great opportunity to kill me. Such a good chance if he had played it right, then he's not Horace Edie!"

On the way back, Martin felt that Horace would certainly not miss the chance to kill him when he learned that Lone Wolf was not there.

So, on his way back, Martin called Lone Wolf and asked him to come back.

Inside the villa of Horace Edie.

The man, who was released by Martin was kneeling in front of Horace Edie.

They failed to assassinate Martin. He reported it truthfully to Horace Edie.

"What did he asked you to bring?" Horace's face was very angry.

"He said... He said that the trick you played with him was too far away from reality." The man said cautiously.

"Fuck it!"

Horace smashed the high-footed cup in his hand to the ground. His face filled with anger.

He could imagine how proud Martin was when he said it.

"You're going to die too!"

The angry Horace touched the pistol directly, fired a shot at the man in black, as if he were venting his anger in this way.

The next morning.

Today's weather was very gloomy, giving a depressing feeling, as if a heavy rain was coming.

Martin drove his Lamborghini all the way to C City University.

Martin hadn't been to school for a while.

"Wow, it's Mr. James' Lamborghini!"

"I haven't seen Mr. James's here!"

While driving in school, the students who saw Martin's Lamborghini were envious.

Martin just got out of the car.

"Mr. James!"

Two beautiful girls came to Martin.

Martin glanced at the two women, who were about one meter seven in size. They were tall and sexy, both have the size and face, and in a tender model level.

Of course, how could someone be on match with the school's flower, Hedy Julian? Her face value was still not comparable, and their temperament was worse than Hedy.

"Are you going to hook me up?" Martin looked at the two of them.

"Mr. James, don't say it's so hard. We're here to exchange feelings." The two women said, with her hand on Martin's shoulder. He looked bewildered.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

Martin pushed the hands of the two women and went straight to the teaching building.

Martin knew that these women come to hook up with themselves, nothing more than to look at his own money. They just want to trade their bodies for Martin's money.

Unfortunately, Martin was not interested in this kind of woman!

Since Martin developed, to be honest, he had encountered this kind of woman too much.

When Martin walked to the classroom, he found Hedy Julian standing in the hallway outside the door.

"Hedy, why are you here? Are you coming for me?" Martin looked at her in amaze.

Hedy looked up to Martin, who flashed a glimmer of weight in her moon-like spirit.

"Yes, I just heard the news that you went to school, and I came straight here. You haven't been to school for more than ten days." Hedy said calmly.

Martin grinned. "You don't hate me very much. How did you remember the day I didn't go to school so clearly? As soon as I got back to school, you came to me on your own initiative."

Hedy did not answer Martin, but turned and looked away.

When Martin saw Hedy's reaction, he put away the smile on his face.

Martin found that Hedy's reaction was a little different.