Chapter 240 Sarah is in Danger!
William looked at the aggressive tattooed man, shook his head helplessly, swung his arm, and muttered, "You forced me, don't blame me."
With a loud bang, William slapped the tattooed man's face, causing him to spin in place from the force.
The tattooed man finally stopped, shook his head, and pointed at William, roaring, "You dare hit me!"
"Why wouldn't I? Try again," William said, grinning.
With that, he swung another slap!
The tattooed man could barely see William's moves; he felt a fierce punch to his face, and then he spun out of control!
It wasn't over yet. William started slapping with both hands and then the sound of slaps echoed continuously through the dim alley!
William only stopped when he got tired.
The tattooed man's face swelled like a pig's head, blood dripping from his mouth. He wobbled before collapsing to the ground, mumbling incoherently.
After finishing, William put his hands in his pockets and glanced coldly at another guy standing in the corner, too scared to move.
"Spare me!" the guy stammered.
He was so terrified that he crawled to William's feet.
He couldn't help but think, 'How can my boss to be slapped to the ground by this seemingly weak man. Each slap is deadly! This guy is ruthless! Who's the real thug here? Didn't Joshua said he was just a freeloader? But his strikes are deadlier than anyone's!'
William smiled and patted the guy's head, which made him tremble and shrink back in fear.
William thought, 'Huh? Am I that scary?'
He felt a bit innocent and said, "How about this, you slap yourself a hundred times, okay?"
"What?" the guy blurted out.
He grew even more desperate, thinking, 'A hundred slaps? Wouldn't that make my face swell like a pig's head?'
"Can we not joke around? How about just ten slaps?" he tried to negotiate with William.
William shook his head seriously, saying, "Nope, no discounts. If you think it's too much, I can help you."
With that, William was about to raise his hand.
"No, no, no! I'll do it myself," the guy said, frantically shaking his head.
Amid the rhythmic sounds of slaps in the alley, William glanced at the two people at the alley entrance.
Those two had seen everything and were frozen in fear, their pants wet and the cigarettes in their mouths half-burned.
When they saw William looking over, they screamed and ran!
William shrugged helplessly and muttered, "Boring."
William turned and coldly looked at the guy on the ground, asking, "Let me ask you a question, who sent you?"
The guy with the swollen face murmured, "It was Joshua. He said if we crippled you, we'd get fifty thousand dollars."
He didn't dare hide anything.
William frowned. He thought, 'It is him! Looks like I'll have to teach him a lesson!'
After leaving the alley, William boarded a bus to the company, followed by seven or eight muscular, bald men in tank tops.
As soon as they got on, the passengers moved to the front in fear.
"That's him! He's the one who beat our guys!" a voice shouted.
A familiar face emerged from behind the group, pointing at William sitting in the back.
William glanced and knew it was the same guys bringing reinforcements. He coldly said, "Didn't get enough earlier?"
The leader, standing 5 feet 11 inches, was a fat man with a face full of malice.
He sized up William and said to his brothers, "Him? With those skinny arms and legs, he looks like a wimp. And you guys couldn't beat him?"
The subordinate, looking aggrieved, said, "It's not like that. Don't be fooled by his gentle appearance. His strikes are deadly!"
The fat man impatiently pushed him aside, grabbed a handrail, and sat in the seat in front of William, sneering, "I heard you beat my brothers. If I don't teach you a lesson, I can't show my face in Lindwood City. But looking at your skinny arms and legs, how about this: you kneel, bow a few times, and hand over a hundred thousand dollars for medical expenses. How does that sound?"
William hadn't said a word the whole time. Now, he looked at him as if he was an idiot and smiled. "I don't like it. How about this: you give me a hundred thousand dollars, and I won't beat you up. How about that?"
"What did you say?" the fat man asked, dumbfounded, doubting his ears. William was too arrogant!
His subordinates, realizing what was said, were furious. "This guy is looking down on you, boss. Let's kill him!"
"Screw you! You're asking for it!" the fat man yelled furiously.
He was the boss of this area, always the one bullying others.
With that, he grabbed the handrail and kicked at William's waist!
If that kick landed, William would be half-dead or crippled!
William didn't have time to think as the man's powerful kick was already coming at him.
He sneered, didn't move his body, and countered with his right foot, kicking directly at the other man's knee joint!
With a bone-cracking sound and a scream, the man split and sat on the ground, sweat rolling down his chubby cheeks.
"Ahhh! My leg! My hip!" the fat man screamed in pain, trembling.
He clutched his left knee with one hand and his torn groin with the other hand.
He felt like his groin had split open, and it was burning with pain!
The fat man's subordinates were stunned by the scene, each gasping in shock!
It took them a while to react, rushing to help the fat man up while angrily pointing at William. "You dare kick our boss? You're dead!"
William chuckled, still sitting calmly as if provoking them to do something.
He glanced at the fat man, who was grimacing in pain, and said arrogantly, "So, have you reconsidered my offer?"
He thought, 'What a bunch of losers. Did Joshua really think I'm a pushover? After all, I've trained hard for over a year with Andres. I am a member of a big family after all. It would be embarrassing if I didn't have some self-defense skills.'
The fat man was now in agony, the pain in his groin and knee making him wish he were dead!
He never expected to encounter such a ruthless person on his turf!
"Fuck you! Guys, get him!" the fat man shouted, his face twisted with malice.
Immediately, five or six bald men, shirtless, charged at William!
William shook his head and slowly stood up, and the five or six men, initially full of bravado, suddenly lost their momentum.
None of them dared to take another step, fearing they'd end up like the fat man.
"What are you waiting for? Get him!" the fat man shouted from the back.
These bald men exchanged glances. Then, yelling, some swung their fists like hammers while others kicked, all aiming at William.
William raised an eyebrow, grinned, and slapped out like a fan!
William's movements were too fast!
Before anyone knew what happened, the five or six bald men had red handprints on their faces, some lying on the bus floor, some slumped over seats, others hanging from handrails!
"Pathetic," William said, shaking his hand and walking step by step towards the terrified fat man. While walking, he sighed silently, 'I's so formidable!'
"Fat man, have you reconsidered?" William asked, his voice as cold as ice.
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at the fallen men, and quickly said, "Yes! Yes! As long as you let us go, we can do anything!"
He was willing to do anything now!
The fat man hurriedly called his subordinates, and the bald men, with red handprints on their faces, gathered a few thousand dollars.
The fat man, sweating, handed the money to William, stammering, "We didn't bring much money. Is this enough?"
Honestly, he was scared, fearing William might break his other leg if he got upset!
The scene terrified the other passengers, who had thought William was doomed, but now the thugs were begging for mercy, which was unbelievable!
William looked at the crumpled bills, his expression darkening. "Are you trying to insult me?"
The fat man trembled and fell to his knees, tears and snot streaming down. "I'm sorry, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a family to support. Please spare me. I'll get more, okay?"
As he knelt, the other bald men followed suit.
They felt truly wronged. Usually, they were the ones robbing others, demanding money, and being begged for mercy. But today, it was the opposite.
It felt like William was the real thug, and they were just helpless rabbits.
William thought for a moment and politely refused, "No."
He didn't believe these guys had no money.
The fat man and his men finally gathered one hundred grand for William, ending the ordeal.
After getting off the bus, William received a call from an unknown number.
"Hello, who is this?" William asked.
A cold, familiar laugh came from the other end, "William, remember me?"
"Jeffery?" William frowned.
"Yes, long time no see. I'm back," Jeffery said on the phone.
He continued, "I'm at the hospital now. Sarah is sleeping next to me, very sweetly. Do you want to come see her?"
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