Chapter 320 The Jones Family Branch
"You've got some nerve, huh? Don't you see us?" the leading thug snarled.
He circled around William twice, tugging at William's clothes, and mocked, "With those skinny arms and legs of yours, you wouldn't last a minute. We just want to have a drink and chat with your girlfriend. We'll send her back tomorrow, how about that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other guys burst into laughter, echoing a bunch of vulgar comments.
At this moment, quite a few residents were coming and going from the apartment building, but no one dared to step in and stop them. It was clear these were local thugs, and their fierce appearance scared off any would-be good Samaritans.
Tonight, Emeric had brought his crew here specifically to corner Harper and William. He had received orders from Isidore, the manager of The Garden Throne Hotel, to bring them back.
Isidore was the general manager of The Garden Throne Hotel, and Emeric believed that if he handled this task well, the rewards would be substantial.
So, Emeric and his men had been lurking around the area with the address and photos Isidore had given them, waiting for Harper and William to show up.
When Emeric saw Harper, he understood why Isidore wanted to kidnap this girl—she was stunning!
And her figure was incredible!
So, he made a quick decision: since Isidore was going to have his fun, why not let him and his men have some fun first?
"Who sent you?" William suddenly asked.
William had already sensed that these guys were up to no good, but he still asked them that to confirm his suspicions.
However, the men didn't realize this and thought he was scared. Feeling smug, they said, "We're from the Nine Noble Society. Ever heard of the Nine Noble Society? It's a famous organization in Lindwood City! If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
A thug mocked, "Emeric, I bet this guy hasn't even heard of the Nine Noble Society. Why waste words? Just take the woman, have some fun tonight, and then send her to Isidore."
The guys kept their eyes on Harper, their gazes filled with lewd intent.
If William hadn't been there to walk Harper home tonight, she might have already fallen victim to them!
Meanwhile, one of the guys whispered in Emeric's ear, "Emeric, Isidore said to break this guy's limbs. We can't let him go!"
Emeric nodded in understanding, a cold smile spreading across his face. "No more talking. Break his legs and take the girl!"
William sneered and said, "The Nine Noble Society? Never heard of it. I don't care where you're from, but today you've messed with me, so you better stay down. If you don't, you'll end up like him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, William swiftly kicked Emeric between the legs with precision and force!
Everyone shivered, feeling a chill between their own legs!
Emeric immediately clutched his groin, let out a scream, and blacked out, collapsing to the ground unconscious!
Someone called out, "Emeric!"
Another shouted, "You dare lay a hand on Emeric? Let's kill him!"
A voice commanded, "Get him for Emeric!"
When the remaining four men saw that William had incapacitated Emeric, they flew into a rage and charged at him with their fists raised.
William snorted, "In that case, none of you are leaving!"
With a cold shout, William stepped forward with his left foot and delivered a powerful kick with his right, hitting Emeric in the abdomen as he lay on the ground.
There was an indistinct sound, followed by a strong smell of urine.
Emeric let out another scream, clutching his groin with one hand and his stomach with the other, cold sweat pouring from his head as he woke up in excruciating pain.
What a brutal kick!
Everyone around was stunned. William's kick had ruptured Emeric's bladder!
Emeric's pants were immediately drenched with urine, mingled with blood, creating a horrifying sight.
These men had thought William was an easy target, but they soon discovered they were wrong. William's speed and strength were beyond what any ordinary person could achieve.
They felt a chill down their spines and a phantom pain in their own groins as they saw Emeric in such agony.
William was no weakling. He had taken down the Twilight Brotherhood, Xavier, the Garcia family, and the Sanchez family from the Southern District. How could these small-time thugs stand a chance against him?
Now, William's overwhelming presence made the remaining guys too scared to take a step forward.
"Was it you who said you were going to take her?" William said as he narrowed his eyes and glanced at them.
The guy who had been taunting Harper earlier was so terrified by William's cold stare that he immediately lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
Harper tugged on William's sleeve, signaling him to stop.
After all, in her eyes, they were up against four people.
But William turned back and smiled, saying, "Don't worry. You know who I am. Since they dared to mess with you, they should pay for their actions!"
The assertiveness in William's words eased Harper's anxiety, bringing a comforting warmth to her. She found herself wishing that someone like William could be her boyfriend.
But he was already married and had a child.
Why was her fate so tragic, always in the hands of others?
Countless thoughts flashed through Harper's mind, filling her with sadness.
"Since none of you dare to step forward, then all of you can stay!" William said as he took a step forward, his aura suddenly expanding.
The men were taken aback by William's imposing presence, but they refused to sit idly by and await their doom.
"He's just one guy, get him!" One of the guys shouted and charged forward!
But before he could finish his sentence, William had already spun around and delivered a powerful kick, sending him flying several feet and crashing into the nearby bushes.
The terrifying strength William displayed made these men feel hopeless. After he swiftly kicked one of them away, everyone was stunned, gasping in shock.
It was terrifying!
Could a human really deliver such a powerful kick?
The thugs were so scared that they almost forgot to fight back, standing there with their mouths agape in astonishment.
The speed of William's kick was beyond their understanding!
It was even more impressive than a movie scene!
Harper covered her mouth in shock, her face full of amazement.
Although it wasn't the first time she had seen William in action, she was still stunned by his performance.
She knew William wasn't as simple as he appeared, and this confirmed her thoughts.
"If you don't want to end up like him, start slapping each other. Use all your strength and keep going until I'm satisfied!" William said coldly, his tone carrying an undeniable threat.
These guys had dared to disrespect Harper, so they deserved a beating.
They needed to know the consequences of bullying a woman.
"Who do you think you are? So what if you're good at fighting?" a shirtless guy shouted at William. However, before he could finish, William slapped him in the face!
With a crisp slap, the guy was knocked to the ground, clutching his swollen cheek and spitting out blood.
"Anyone else have a different opinion?" William said coldly, scanning the group. The remaining guys stood there with their heads down, not daring to speak.
What followed was William's showtime, as he easily took down the remaining thugs.
Harper then decided to call the police, and a few officers arrived, dragging the thugs to the police car.
After safely escorting Harper upstairs, William said goodbye and hummed a tune as he headed back to the villa.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere was tense at Villa No.1.
A handsome man in a custom-made suit, wearing an expensive watch, sat in the living room.
His legs were crossed, and his sharp eyes and brows exuded arrogance as he ate grapes.
"These grapes are far worse than the ones at home, how disgusting," the man said, spitting out a grape, looking very displeased.
At the door and behind the sofa stood eight men in suits, each with a burly build and an intimidating presence.
Mary, Margaret, and Sarah sat trembling on the opposite sofa, too scared to speak.
"Hurry up, call William and tell him to get back here," the man ordered arrogantly, looking impatient.
Margaret, facing this unknown and imposing man, was trembling with fear.
She nervously glanced at Mary and urged, "Mary, call William quickly. He's probably causing trouble outside again."
Mary acted relatively calm as she faced the man sitting across from her. Though she was nervous, she forced herself to stay composed and weakly asked, "Who are you? What do you want with my husband?"
The man looked Mary up and down with disdain and said, "So you're my cousin's wife."
Cousin?
Mary and Margaret were stunned.
William was his cousin?
But the man suddenly raised his hand and casually pointed to a bodyguard behind him, "I don't like this woman, she's rude. Slap her."
"Yes, sir," the bodyguard responded respectfully, then walked up and slapped Mary hard across the face.
"You filthy woman, how dare you talk to me? Do you know who I am? Keep slapping her until William gets back," the man said with a cruel and sinister smile.
This was Zephyrus JP Jones, a young man from the Jones family branch.
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