Chapter 235 A Hundred People Spat Saliva!


    Mr. Lee did not know that Jordan had already knocked down two of his personal trainers.


    Jordan''s heroic stance was like that of a movie star as he subdued his taller and stronger


    opponents in just a few moves. The female customers had long been attracted to him.


    The wealthydies were, of course, worried about their safety too, but they stopped being worried


    after Mr. Lee arrived.


    The character and interests of the wealthy women who chose to work out here could be guessed


    easily.


    There were many high-end gyms in New York City. Of all, why did they choose this one?


    It was obviously because the personal trainers here were really dashing.


    Since they were boy-crazy and adored handsome men, they obviously wanted to know Jordan


    through Mr. Lee after seeing how dashing and ferocious he was.


    Moreover, he seemed to be from a prominent family.


    Mr. Lee chuckled and said, "Since you don''t want to leave, for now, you may stay and continue


    working out. I guarantee you won''t get hurt."


    As of this moment, Pablo''s initial batch of underlings had already scurried in and arrived in front of


    Jordan. They eximed loudly in unison, "Mr. Steele!"


    "Wow, this handsome man is so domineering." "Naha, this gentleman is interesting. I''ve seen many


    other wealthy scions who have underlings but rarely are there this many foreigners among the


    underlings.


    The wealthy women were sipping on their drinks and enjoying the show.


    "Okay."


    Jordan nodded at them.


    When he turned around, he discovered that this group of women was gawking at him from afar. A


    girl who was drenched in sweat and had her hair tied up into a bun waved at Jordan and greeted,


    "Hello."


    Jordan knew that this was a gym, which was considered a public ce of a private nature. He was


    well-mannered, so he definitely considered the interests of others before doing anything.


    Hence, Jordan took a few steps towards them and said, "Ladies, what is going to happen next may


    cause you difort. Why don''t you guys go home or go take a shower instead? You guys seem to


    be quite tired from training. You''re all drenched in sweat."


    The young woman with a ponytail, whose figure was slightly inferior to Elie,ughed and said,


    "Handsome, you''re really funny. This is the first time we''re meeting, and you want me to go take a


    shower. Haha, I think I look the most beautiful when I am sweating, don''t you think so?"


    The girl with a ponytail actually verbally flirted with Jordan on their first meeting.


    She wasn''t the only one. There was also a woman whose age was around 35 years, who was


    ogling at Jordan like he was her prey. "Hunk, let me give you a piece of advice. Why don''t you forget


    about it? If you fight him, you''ll end up in trouble too."


    "Yes, a littlepromise goes a long way. I want you to be my personal trainer," said anotherdy


    who maintained her youthful appearance and didn''t look her age.


    Jordan looked at the few chatty women and thought, ''I finally know why Kane and Natee here


    to work out all the time.''


    ''Forget it, since they''re not scared, we''ll let them watch.''


    Jordan walked over again.


    Although he was still quite far away, Kane began to retreat incessantly, "Jordan Steele, what are


    you trying to do!?!"


    Jordan walked to the original position and stopped. He chuckled and said, "You don''t need to be


    nervous. Not all my men are here yet, so you can continue rxing for a while."


    Jordan''s revenge would not start until everyone was present.


    Soon, another twenty minutes had passed.


    "Strange, why haven''t our underlings arrived yet?"


    Kane asked Nate in bewilderment.


    Nate also wondered, "It shouldn''t be. They said they were nearby a while ago. They should be able


    to reach in ten minutes. I''ll make a call and ask them about it."


    This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    "You don''t have to!"


    Pablo suddenly said, "Your underlings have already been dealt with by mine when they met


    downstairs."


    "What do you mean?" Kane and Nate didn''t dare to believe that it was true.


    ''Did they not make it to the entrance of the gym?''


    At this moment, another batch of people arrived aggressively. There were about seventy-odd of


    them!


    They walked in quickly, many of them stained with blood, which frightened all the wealthydies and


    heiresses!


    The seventy-odd people who stood in front of Jordan greeted in unison, "Mr. Jordan!"


    Jordan looked at them and counted the number of people, only to find that there were more than a


    hundred people. They were all of Pablo''s subordinates in New York City.


    "Well, everyone is here. Let''s start."


    Jordan suddenly walked towards Kane!


    Kane kept moving backward until he reached the pool and table tennis table, where there was no


    longer any space to retreat.


    Leaning against the wall, Kane swallowed saliva nervously and spoke in a shaky voice.


    "You... you guys, don''t mess around! My men will be here soon. Nate and I have called at least 200


    people! All of you here add up to a hundred at most. We won''t get killed by you!"


    One of Pablo''s underlings who entered said with a smile, "I can knock down the bunch of losers you


    called with one punch each. Each of us here can defeat ten people each. What''s so strange about


    70-odd people hitting 200-odd people?"


    With more than a hundred underlings, Jordan continued to walk towards Kane.


    Kane said nervously, "Jordan Steele, don''t try anything funny. There are lots of customers here. If


    you hit me, you''ll go to jail too!"


    Jordanughed. "Kane Gayle, if I wanted to hit you, I would have done so just now. Rest assured, I


    won''t hit you now."


    "Didn''t you spit on my face just now? I''m a fair person.


    Since you spit on me, each one of us will spit on you too."


    After saying that, he said to the underlings, "Get moving."


    Pablo had long understood. He instructed, "Spit on this guy''s face. Remember, you must spit on his


    face!"


    "Yes!"


    With amand from Jordan and Pablo, the hundred Southeast Asian professional fighters


    charged towards Kane!


    *Spit*


    *Spit*


    *Spit*


    *Spit*


    Kane was bombarded with mouthfuls of spit!


    "No!"


    "Ah!"


    "Help!"


    "Damn it, it''s sticky mucus!"


    II II


    Kane kept yelling, but he didn''t even dare to say anything because if he opened his mouth to speak,


    the spit mightnd straight in his mouth...


    "Hey..."


    Those female customers in the distance hurriedly took a shower and left. The scene would indeed


    cause some difort to these women who cared a lot about their appearances.


    "You spit on me, huh?"


    Jordan sneered and looked at Kane. ''You don''t know any better!''


    At this moment, as Kane''s good friend, Nate, walked towards Jordan and said gently, "Buddy, Kane


    is the son of a banker after all. Creating trouble won''t do any good for you!"


    "Forget it, let''s all talk things over calmly during a meal. It''ll be on me. Let''s be friends, okay?"


    ''Buddy?''


    ''Indeed, he''s a scion who has gotten used to being arrogant. This guy can barely save himself, and


    he''s still pleading for his friend?'' ''Do you think you''re safe?''


    Jordan looked at Nate and questioned, "I heard you held Emily''s hand. Is that true?"