Chapter 506 Try Touching Him Again
Nathaniel's group quickly fell
Seraphina was pinned face-down on the table by several men. Her torn clothes and exposed skin made several men swallow hard with visible desire.
"Tell me your real identity," Marc sneered, stepping on Nathaniel. "Why are you asking about Jessica?"
"We're from Mystic Alliance," Nathaniel shouted angrily. "We just want to talk to her about something."
Marc stomped on Nathaniel again. "Still lying? I know everyone in Mystic Alliance. Besides, why would Mystic Alliance members dare speak disrespectfully about Jessica and ask to meet her?"
"Any real member would know Jessica and Mr. Clark are close as blood."
"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't reveal your identity and purpose, I'll take this woman right in front of you, then break all your limbs before throwing you out." He walked toward Seraphina with an evil smile, his eyes fixed on her waist.
"Touch her and you'll regret it," Nathaniel shouted furiously, which only earned him another round of punches and kicks.
"Let's see how you make me regret it." Marc began unbuckling his belt. "This woman has a good figure, long legs—just my type."
"Get away from me!" Seraphina struggled desperately. "You lawless animals will come to a bad end!"
Marc reached to tear her stockings. "Bad end after a night with you? I'd appreciate that."
Just as the security guards were laughing, the door was kicked open again. A figure crashed in from outside.
The guards at the door couldn't dodge in time and were sent flying, landing far away with blood spurting from their mouths and noses.
James didn't hesitate, mercilessly stepping on three men's lower legs as he passed. A crisp snap was followed by agonizing screams. Their legs were broken.
Many onlookers felt a chill run down their spines, an indescribable fear spreading in their hearts.
James continued his unstoppable advance, sending over a dozen guards flying. They weren't dead, but each suffered broken bones and coughed blood, lying on the ground screaming in pain.
"Bastard, who are you?" Seeing James appear, Marc's expression changed slightly before he sneered, "Get him!"
Dozens of guards swung their clubs and charged at James.
Faced with this attack, James showed no nervousness. He didn't slow down, but he didn't speed up either, advancing steadily toward Seraphina and the others.
"James, be careful!" Nathaniel and Seraphina instinctively called out.
James remained expressionless, maintaining his steady pace. He no longer crashed into them but instead deployed his Wind and Cloud Steps to evade the frenzied attacks. Then he reached out to counterattack.
James grabbed one guard's wrist, twisted it sharply, then kicked him, sending the man flying.
In the chaotic crowd, his movements didn't seem particularly fast, nor did his technique appear especially brilliant. Yet every time he struck, the sound of breaking bones rang out.
Screams echoed continuously as blood spattered.
Marc's eyes flashed with anger. "Destroy him!"
Two guards lunged at James from the sides—one from the front, one from behind, their techniques vicious and practiced.
James extended his left hand without flourish. He stepped forward, grabbed the throat of the guard in front, and lifted him off the ground. Then he turned sideways and slammed the man he was holding into the one behind him.
The two men's heads collided, and they tumbled to the ground, howling in pain.
James had walked from the doorway to the corner, less than 30 feet, yet he had injured more than thirty men.
One by one they fell, completely incapacitated. Their screams seemed to come from hell itself, tearing at the hearts of everyone present.
Marc's face darkened as he waved his hand again. The last four burly guards roared and attacked together, hoping to take James down with one thunderous strike.
Without a word, James charged forward and struck ruthlessly. All four were instantly thrown into the air and crashed hard to the ground.
Marc's eyelid twitched as he instinctively stepped back. "Kid, who the hell are you?"
He had worked at this nightclub for years and seen all kinds of people, including several violent criminals, but none as ferocious as James.
James didn't respond, just delivered a flying kick. Marc instinctively raised his arms to block, but there was a crisp sound.
His left arm and ribs broke as he was sent flying, wedged into the soundproof paneling and unable to get down. Blood poured from his mouth and nose as he suffered in agony.
Marc tried to speak but couldn't utter a single word.
Too dominant! James's fighting skills shocked everyone—like a pack of vicious wolves encountering an even more ferocious tiger. Perhaps sensing James's danger, the entire room fell silent.
James kicked away the guards blocking his path, then slowly walked to Seraphina's side, draping a blanket over her. "Are you all right?" he asked.
Seraphina shook her head lightly. "I'm fine."
Nathaniel's curled-up body trembled slightly. "James, I'm sorry. We've disgraced you!"
Having failed in their mission and needing James to rescue them personally, Nathaniel felt deeply ashamed.
"There's no disgrace in this. They had nearly forty men—you held out well considering." James wiped the blood from Seraphina's eyes.
Her mouth and nose were bleeding, with wounds on her forehead, nose, and cheeks. Her clothes and skirt were stained with spots of blood.
"Don't worry, I'll avenge you."
After providing basic first aid to his people, James pulled Marc down from the paneling and held him up by the collar.
"Tell Xanthe to get out here," he demanded.
Hearing Xanthe's name, Marc narrowed his eyes as a grim aura emanated from him. He struggled to speak, "Kid, you're finished for causing trouble here."
James didn't waste words. He stepped forward and slapped Marc across the face. "Call her!"
Marc was furious. "You—!"
James slapped him again. "Call her!"
"Who's causing trouble here, showing such disrespect to me and Mr. Lowe?"
Just as Marc was gritting his teeth, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the doorway.
Then more than a dozen people appeared, surrounding Zane and a beautiful woman in black.
The woman in black's age was indiscernible, but she had a voluptuous figure and looked like an internet celebrity, with particularly red lips. Her swaying walk exuded mature charm.
Seeing the devastation and the dozens of injured security guards, a cold smile appeared on her pretty face.
She stared at James, who was holding Marc, and laughed softly.
"You're quite arrogant, beating my people in my place." Her beautiful eyes filled with killing intent. "Let's see if you dare touch him again."
James immediately gave Marc another resounding slap.
"How's that?"
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