Chapter 248 A Desperate Battle
Timothy was rushing back to the mansion, but little did he expect to be stopped right after exiting the elevator.
"Who are you? Get out of my way!" Timothy grew wary of the masked individual in front of him, sensing his hostile intentions.
"If you can defeat me, I'll let you go," William said calmly.
"You're asking for death!" Timothy's eyes turned cold. He waved his hand, and the two bodyguards behind him took their positions. "Take him down! Don't hold back."
Without hesitation, the two bodyguards threw punches toward William - one from the left, the other from the right. Their punches were powerful and fast, indicating they had some combat skills. However, they were only slightly stronger than regular security guards, still far weaker compared to true superhumans.
William didn't dodge or evade; he simply threw a punch at the bodyguard on the left, leveraging his own superhuman abilities. Of course, the punch carried tremendous force.
The impact of fist against fist!
The collision of strength!
Undoubtedly, the bodyguard was sent flying by William. He fell to the ground, clutching his arm and howling in pain. It was clear that his fist had been shattered.
William, how powerful was the punch just now?
Timothy was shocked to see this. He couldn't believe this man was so strong. He didn't care about the lives of the two bodyguards, so he ran off on his own.
William wanted to chase after him, but he was stopped by another bodyguard.
"You're asking for it!" William frowned, then delivered another punch, directly sending the other bodyguard flying and groaning on the ground.
"Where do you think you're running?" After defeating the two bodyguards, William's gaze locked onto Timothy, who was frantically trying to escape. He quickly caught up, picking up his pace.
Seeing William take down his two bodyguards so quickly, Timothy felt a sense of panic. He desperately ran toward his car, hoping that once he got inside, he would have a chance to escape from this devil.
But his thoughts were too idealistic; reality would prove to be cruel.
William's speed was much faster, and in a matter of moments, he caught up to Timothy. He reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Timothy struggled intensely, trying to break free from William's grip, but it was evident that he was no match for William's strength.
"Still trying to resist?" William tightened his hold, causing Timothy to collapse in pain and wail in agony.
"Who are you? Why are you targeting me?" Timothy groaned on the ground, fear evident in his eyes.
"Remember, I'm Cooper," William replied, delivering a punch that knocked Timothy unconscious.
He then dragged him to a secluded corner of the underground parking lot, bound his hands and feet, and tore a piece of cloth from his shirt to gag him.
"All right, I just need to keep you here." William clapped his hands, satisfied with the outcome. Next, he had to return the clothes he borrowed from Cooper, so as to avoid raising any suspicions.
William returned to the storage room and found that Cooper was still unconscious.
William removed the clothes he borrowed from Cooper and put on his original clothes.
In other words, William utilized Cooper's clothes and identity and knocked out Timothy, without having any connection to the consequences. After all, the person who knocked out Timothy was "Cooper," not William.
"You brought this upon yourself for targeting me. It's up to you to fend for yourself from now on." William's lips curled into a smirk as he walked out of the storage room.
In the Graham Family Mansion
After Sharon and her companions rushed out of the basement, they were immediately surrounded by a group of security guards.
"You all back off, I'll handle this." Sharon held a folding knife in her hand, prepared to fight for her life. The security guards were armed with knives too, and one wrong move could result in injury.
"I haven't moved my body for a long time, so it's a good opportunity to get some exercise today," said the bald old man, hunching his back. He looked very weak, yet his eyes were sharp.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Don't overestimate yourself," Gerald said loudly, his face filled with worry, holding the little girl in his arms.
"Can I handle it? You'll see in a moment." The bald old man stretched his muscles, and suddenly his whole body made a series of cracking sounds, leaving Sharon and the others dumbfounded.
"Come on!" The bald old man stomped his foot on the ground, then dashed toward the security guards holding knives, like a bullet. Sharon, naturally, wouldn't back down and followed suit.
Over twenty people faced off against two. It was a completely lopsided confrontation, and the security guards around the villa kept rushing toward them, making it increasingly difficult to escape from here.
"Kill them all, don't let them leave!" One of the security team leaders waved his knife and yelled, wanting to charge forward. But the bald old man directly grabbed his throat, and with a strong twist, the man's neck snapped.
The security team leader breathed his last and fell down.
The surrounding security guards were shocked, but they quickly regained their composure.
"Kill them!" Many security guards swung their knives and attacked.
The scene became bloody for a moment. Gerald and the others, who were protected at the back, watched with anxious eyes, but luckily Sharon and the bald old man were quite skilled.
The two of them gradually forced the security guards to retreat.
"These two are really fierce. We might have a chance to escape now."
The little girl, however, was frightened by this brutal scene and dared not move.
The intense fight left Sharon and the bald old man with numerous wounds.
"I haven't exercised in ten years, and my hands and feet aren't as nimble." The bald old man chuckled, looking at a wound on his shoulder.
He turned to Sharon, who had more wounds on her body than him with red bloodstains on her clothes.
"Your skills are good. Unfortunately, you lack a trace of killing intent. Showing mercy to your enemies is being cruel to yourself."
Sharon didn't respond but secretly admired the bald old man's skills. Without his help, she wouldn't have withstood the attack of over twenty security guards just now.
Just when they thought they had driven those men away, another large group of security guards rushed into the room, greater in number than before, at least forty or fifty of them, each holding a machete.
Seeing this, Sharon and the bald old man's faces changed, their expressions becoming extremely serious, indicating that they were not confident anymore.
Gerald exclaimed in despair, "Damn it! I just came to help unlock some doors, and now my life is on the line here."
"Shut up!" The man in the suit saw interrupted him.
Furrowing her brows, Sharon gently placed the still unconscious Master Smith on the ground and picked up a knife, preparing to fight back. However, at that moment, cries of battle could be heard from outside the room. Soon, several skilled fighters broke the window and jumped inside, led by a robust and well-built man. Sharon was elated when she saw him.
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