Chapter 127 Into the Tiger's Den (Seeking Diamond Tickets)

Wolfman looked rather lean, especially standing in front of the muscular Puma, almost insignificant by comparison.

"Haha, how arrogant! I, Puma, have never faced a worthy opponent in New York. I hope you're not too weak; that would be such a bore," Puma laughed.

"I share the sentiment. Since coming back to the States, it's been a while since I've found a decent challenger. I hope you're not a disappointment. Make your move," Wolfman said calmly.

"Hmph, the nerve to be so bold in front of me! Prepare to meet your maker!"

Puma lunged forward, swinging his fist like a heavy bag, and aimed straight for Wolfman.

Whoosh!

Puma's punch, filled with a gusty force, was fierce and powerful.

"Too weak!"

Wolfman shook his head.

As Puma's fist reached him, Wolfman effortlessly extended his hand, snatching Puma's fist mid-strike.
Once brimming with confidence, Puma's face suddenly contorted in shock.

He tried to retract his fist and discovered his opponent was unbelievably strong!

The next moment, Wolfman gave a forceful twist.

With a blood-curdling scream, Puma's arm spun a full three hundred sixty degrees!

Simultaneously, Wolfman charged at Puma and delivered a kick straight to his knee.

Puma's knee bent backward in a horrific arc.

Incapacitated and collapsing to the ground, Puma gasped in pain, his body shaking uncontrollably.

It took merely two moves.

The fight was over!

Witnessing the combat, Eric Phillips couldn't help but marvel at Wolfman's formidable skill.

How could the seemingly tough Puma be so easily defeated by Wolfman?

Wolfman approached the fallen Puma, shaking his head. "I was hoping for a warm-up, but you're too weak even to serve that purpose."

"Who... who are you? How can you be so powerful?!" Puma asked, staring at Wolfman with fear.

Puma was sure of his strength, always considering himself invincible.

But after experiencing Wolfman's might firsthand, he realized his weakness.

"You're not even worthy of knowing my name!" Wolfman said calmly.

Then, turning to Eric Phillips, he asked, "Eric, what should we do with him?"

Eric Phillips stepped forward and said, "Spill it. Who sent you?"

Puma remained silent.

"Not talking? Wolfman, show him some color," Eric ordered icily.

Wolfman nodded and brought his foot down on Puma's other knee.

Another agonizing scream tore through the air as Puma's knee got crushed into a bloody mess.

Sweat beaded on Puma's forehead, his complexion turning ghostly pale.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It was Donald Hall who sent me!" Puma blurted out.

He knew they had his name, and a simple check would link them back to Donald Hall.

"Donald Hall! Him again! Does he want me dead that badly?" Eric mused with a chilling gaze.

Eric then turned to Wolfman.

"What should we do with him? Finish him off?" Wolfman pointed at Puma, lying defeated on the ground.
"No, sever his hands and feet tendons and bring him to see Donald Hall!" Eric Phillips commanded with a frigid voice.

Donald Hall had repeatedly tried to have Eric killed; how could Eric remain silent?

...

Inside the villa of Donald Hall

Donald Hall was eagerly awaiting news from Puma, hoping that Eric Phillips would be finished for good this time.

Suddenly, a man rushed in.

"Donald Hall, a guy named Eric Phillips is at the door. He's asking to see you!" the man yelled out.

"What?"

"He's at the door?"

Donald Hall stood up, startled.

"Donald Hall! You've got some nerve!" A harsh voice resonated from outside.

Immediately after, Eric Phillips strode in from the doorway, with Wolfman following closely behind, dragging a body that looked like a lifeless dog—Puma.

"Puma!"

Upon seeing Puma, Donald Hall and his military advisor were shocked, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Eric Phillips and Wolfman had now entered the living room.

Thud!

Wolfman dropped Puma onto the floor.

"His limbs' tendons have all been severed; he's condemned to a life of disability."

Eric coolly stated as he casually took a seat across from Donald Hall.

Bang!

"You... How dare you!" Donald Hall slammed his hand on the table, his face red with rage.

For Donald Hall, Puma was his top enforcer, his ace in the hole, and now he was ruined!

Moreover, his adversary dared to confront him, dumping the crippled Puma right in front of him—it was a blatant humiliation!

Bang!

Eric Phillips slammed the table as well, stood up with widened eyes, and bellowed, "Who's the one with the gall to keep sending men to assassinate me? You think you can bully me?!"

His booming voice echoed through the living room with a formidable presence.

"Donald Hall, I came here today to tell you your trash stands no chance against me! Try sending someone again; they'll meet the same fate!" Eric declared, his voice fierce and relentless.

After saying these words, Eric promptly spun on his heel.

"Wolfman, let's go!"

"Halt!" Donald Hall bellowed.
The room erupted as several bodyguards swarmed towards Eric Phillips and his companion.

"I've got to hand it to you, Eric Phillips. You've got guts, barging into my place with just one guy!" Donald Hall bellowed, his eyes bulging with fury. "Did you think you could just waltz in and out? Think again!"

"Do you think these lapdogs of yours can stop me?" Eric scoffed.

"I'm aware you've got a tough bodyguard. Hell, not even Puma could take him down. But no matter how tough he is, can he outrun a bullet?" As he spoke, Donald pulled out a pistol from under the table.

In the States, getting a gun could be as easy as pie for a man like Donald Hall.

Pointing the gun at Eric Phillips and Wolfman, Donald sneered, "Just a twitch of my finger, Eric, and both you and your bodyguard are dead!"

Eric met Donald's gaze and retorted with a mocking sneer, "Before I came here, I made sure to inform my people. If anything happens to me, they'll tell my grandfather I was at your house, Hall. And believe me, it won't just be you paying the price. Your whole family will go down with you!"

Donald's face turned pale at this threat.

"I'm leaving. Pull the trigger if you've got the guts!" taunted Eric.

With that, Eric turned on his heel.

"Wolfman, let's go!"

They strode purposefully towards the exit, Eric leading with Wolfman close behind. Donald pointed the shaking pistol at Eric's retreating figure, his eyes blazing angrily.

But he didn't shoot.

After Eric had left

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Donald roared in rage, firing the gun repeatedly into the already lifeless Puma on the floor until the magazine was empty. He continued to pull the trigger several more times in vain.

Puma, riddled with half a dozen bullets, lay motionless. Once useful, now worthless, Puma had failed Donald and served as nothing more than an outlet for his volatile temper.
Inside the room, the younger brothers and the strategist were shaking with fear, not daring to breathe loudly.

After firing his gun, Donald Hall angrily slammed it onto the ground before finally turning around to take a seat.

"Eric’s bodyguard is too good; not even Puma could compete with him. Looks like we need to think long-term," the strategist said cautiously.

...

Eric Phillips left the mansion and let out a sigh of relief.

He was sure that Donald Hall wouldn't dare to shoot him, but Eric couldn't guarantee it with absolute certainty either—what if Donald lost his mind?

"After today, Donald Hall won't dare send people to take me out anymore," mused Eric to himself.

Eric believed that Donald, if he had any sense, wouldn't dare to send out hitmen against him carelessly anymore.

Just then, Eric's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who is this?" Eric answered the call.

"Hello, is this Eric Phillips? I am your high school class president. We're having a class reunion the day after tomorrow. Will you come?" A slightly familiar voice came through the phone.

Eric was certain; it was his high school class president's voice.

"A class reunion? Of course, I'll come!" A smile flickered across Eric's lips.

Eric had never attended previous reunions because, for him, high school was a dark time—he had often been bullied by the thugs and delinquents in his class.

But now, Eric was no longer the easy target he used to be.

It was time to settle some old scores.

And so, for this high school class reunion, Eric was going. Definitely.

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