Chapter 682
With no other options, Morgan dragged himself and got on his knees to apologize.
After that, the men from the Martial Arts Association were dizzy from the prolonged kneeling. They
could barely stand, but still, they rushed out of the cafeteria.
Morgan’s arm and leg were broken. After the prolonged kneeling, he was almost dead; he could not
move from his spot at all.
In the end, he was dragged up to his car.
The moment he was in the car, he roared at Zeke, “Williams, the Linton Group and you will be dead
meat soon! Master Barnaby ymoore is my uncle, and I’m going to ask him to kill you! You have to
f*cking die!”
Zeke’s reply to him was spoken in an indifferent manner.
“I don’t care what damn Master he is. He’ll have to submit to me when I’m in front of him.”
“F*ck, you’re beyond arrogant!” Morgan thundered, “Just you wait. On this day next year, you’ll be six
feet under!”
When they noticed Zeke about to charge toward them again, Morgan hurriedly shouted for the driver to
drive off.
Zeke returned to the cafeteria. To the male employees on the floor, he said, “Good job, boys. The
company will cover your medical fees. Also, everyone will be rewarded with 50 thousand each.”
“Thank you, Sir!” The male employees were overjoyed as they thanked him.
Their employer was rich and generous; their bonuses were in the thousands.
However, Lacey was worriedly looking at Zeke.
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“Zeke, we’ve crossed the Martial Arts Association and Master ymoore at the same time. What are
we going to do?”
Zeke consoled, “Don’t worry, Lacey. It’ll be fine as long as I’m here. I’ve heard that that Master
ymoore is someone who only dares to bully the weak. He’s no good man, and he’s done many evil
deeds. Someone will eventually teach him a lesson.”
Lacey smiled bitterly.
“Do you think he’s Morgan? He’s way more capable, and he’s apetent fighter in Eurasia. Who has
the capability to teach him a lesson?”
Zeke smiled as he replied, “I can.”
Lacey responded, “Stop messing with me.”
So, Zeke changed the topic.
“Hm? It’s pork stew today? What good timing. I’m hungry. Give me a serving...”
...
At the Martial Arts Association, the atmosphere was tense.
The president of the association, Daxton Wright, was looking at the injured Morgan and his men as he
gritted his teeth.
“Damn it! Who were the ones who beat you up like this?”
Morgan swiftly reported, “Williams. Zeke Williams from the Linton Group. Mr. Wright, you have to take
revenge for us!”
He then exined to Daxton what happened.
Of course, he had intentionally left out the part where he had forced the four women to sleep with them;
he only told him that Zeke had beaten them up unreasonably.
After listening, the other members of the Martial Arts Association, including Daxton, were furious.
“This is preposterous! This is ludicrous! What they’ve done is unforgivable! How dare they hit the
members of the Martial Arts Association? Where is their respect for the Martial Arts Association?
Hmph! We’ll have to make an example out of them today to show the rest what the Martial Arts
Association is made of. The Martial Arts Association has been around for decades, and we’ve never
suffered humiliation as great as this.”
Daxton waved his hand, gesturing for the rest to be silent.
He asked, “How many were there to beat you up like this?”
Morgan replied,
“One man, and in the time of smoking half a cigarette.”
What?
The hall fell silent. Everyone looked in disbelief at him.
Morgan and his men were the pirs of the Martial Arts Association; they were capable fighters.
Yet, they could notst more than the time used for smoking half a cigarette under Zeke’s blows.
Even Daxton was not as capable of a fighter as Morgan was.
That meant that Zeke was a terrifying fighter.
The silence continued as no one dared to make any remarks on the matter.
Zeke had been right. They were bullies who only dared to target the weak.
Knowing that they would not dare to go against Zeke, Morgan said, “Where’s my uncle? Why isn’t my
uncle here yet? I want my uncle to kill Williams.”