Chapter 480


    Chapter 480 Injured


    On his face was a rare expression of utter hostility.


    The men in ck clothes saw hime out of the car. Without saying a word, they charged at him


    while brandishing baseball bats and steel pipes.


    The six–foot–tall man flew backward, and he dropped the baseball bat in his hand.


    In one fluid motion, he took a sidestep and swung the bat at the second attacker’s stomach.


    The attackers did not expectn to be so skilled. They all ganged up on him at the same time.


    The scene was utter chaos.


    As skilled a fighter asn was, he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of opponents. He was forced


    to be defensive and could not get a hit in.


    A man with a huge knife scar on his face, who seemed to be the leader, pointed at the Rolls–Royce.


    “Our target is in that car. Attack that car.”


    “Yes!” his subordinates replied, and the group split in two.


    Jean had been observing the situation from the back seat. He noticed several of the men in ck


    clothes heading his way.


    He remained calm as though he was oblivious to the impending danger. A curious smirk appeared on


    his face, as though he would soon be his attackers‘ executioner.


    “Die!” he said.


    The men in ck clothes lifted their weapons and prepared to smash the windows.


    Suddenly, two figures appeared out of nowhere like phantoms. The men in ck clothes were swiftly


    knocked out, and the two figures joined in the fight.


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    It didn’t take long before a dozen attackers were sprawled on the ground moaning in agony.


    The scar–faced man was shocked by the turn of events. The other men in ck clothes dared not step


    forward.


    They could tell that the two people were professional fighters.


    The scar–faced man knew they couldn’t defeat the two. He discreetly took a step backward and made


    the signal to retreat.


    His subordinates saw the signal, and they began to move backward as well.


    He swung the baseball bat at the scar–faced man. The man seemed to be the leader of the gang, and


    lan nned to subdue him.


    The scar–faced man could guess whatn wanted to do. He whipped out a knife from a hidden pocket


    and swung it atn.


    Jean narrowed his gaze when he saw that. n,e back!” he ordered.


    Jean,n, the two bodyguards, and a bunch of injured gangsters were left at the scene.


    “Sire, are you going to let them go just like that?”n asked as he tried to stop the bleeding with a


    handkerchief.


    Jean shot a withering nce at him. “You still want that arm, don’t you?”


    He gave the two bodyguards his orders. “Storm, drive us to the hospital. Cloud, stay here and deal with


    the rest.”


    “Yes, Sire.” Very quickly, the two bodyguards carried out the orders they were given.


    The Rolls–Royce sped on the main road toward the nearest hospital.


    “Remember to change the dressing daily, and keep the wound dry in case of infections,” the doctor


    said.


    “Thank you, Doctor.”


    Jean seemed visibly relieved when he saw thatn was fine. He ordered Storm to sendn home.


    On the way back,n felt a slight itch on the wound, but he paid no heed to it.


    After he got home, he went to bed and fell asleep.