Chapter 99 Arrogance
Just as Terry was about to kick Scott, a trash can suddenly flew through the air.
Terry's face changed slightly, and he crossed his hands in front of him to block the impact.
With a loud crash, the trash can shattered, leaving debris everywhere.
But Terry also staggered back two steps.
He was furious. "Which bastard ambushed me?"
Before his men could lock onto the target, a figure rushed over, causing the burly men holding Isabella to tremble and stumble.
James caught the staggering Isabella in his arms, then took a step forward and charged again.
Another four or five black men were sent flying.
Scott's predicament was instantly resolved.
James asked, "Scott, are you okay?"
James helped Scott up, a hint of apology on his face. He had drunk too much water and stayed in the restroom too long, not expecting to cause trouble for Scott.
Scott replied, "I'm fine. It won't kill me."
Scott gritted his teeth as he stood up. "But someone else might not be so lucky."
Illegal possession of weapons, public assault, and the disgrace of a group fight. All these indicated that someone was destined to pay a heavy price tonight.
James didn't waste any words. He reached out and reset Scott's dislocated arm.
Then he glared coldly at Terry and his gang. "You dare to hit my friend. You must be tired of living."
"James?" By this time, Terry had come to his senses, his eyes fixed on James. "Are you James?"
James voiced out in a deep tone and asked, "Correct, are you guys with Bryan?"
Their swift arrival and ruthless actions left James with no other suspect but Bryan.
At the mention of Bryan, a vicious glint appeared in Scott's eyes.
"Scumbag, who gave you the right to call Mr. Bennett by his name?"
A burly man dressed in black, enraged by the comment, picked up a trash can and hurled it towards James.
James didn't even look. He sidestepped and directly collided with the man.
The burly man was instantly sent flying, knocking down two of his hefty companions.
Taking advantage of the chaos, James charged again, delivering a flying knee strike that sent a big guy tumbling, tripping over several others.
Then, he forcefully plunged into the crowd, his fists flying with ferocity.
Screams, collisions, and shouts echoed continuously.
People fell and bled, and others took their place, like moths to a flame, endlessly.
James rescued Samuel, then sneered as he bent down, sweeping three men off their feet with a powerful kick before leaping again.
From above, he delivered a fierce elbow strike, causing a burly man to collapse to the ground, convulsing.
It was a crushing, unstoppable force.
"Bastard!" Seeing most of his companions knocked down, Terry was both angry and shocked. He was furious that James had injured his good brothers and astonished at how good a fighter James was.
He pulled out a gun.
"Don't move!" He had sensed James's prowess, so he abandoned the idea of a one-on-one fight. "Move again, and I'll kill you."
At the same time, several of his comrades also pulled out shotguns, aiming at James's vital points.
James frowned slightly.
Terry's handgun was no big deal, but the shotguns his comrades held were troublesome.
These guns weren't highly lethal, but their spread was very wide, each shot releasing hundreds of pellets.
James could handle Terry and his men, but in the ensuing chaos, he couldn't guarantee Scott and the others' safety.
"You dare to point a gun at me?" Scott was suddenly enraged. "Do you even know who I am?"
Terry raised his gun. "Do you believe I'll kill you?"
"Stop!" James shouted in a low voice. "He is Mr. Scott Miller!"
"If he were Scott Miller, then I would be Brandon Miller." Terry firmly gripped his shotgun and sneered. "Brat, drop the act. You hurt Mr. Bernnett, and there's no escaping tonight. Mr. Bernnett and his crew are waiting for you. You better come with us quietly."
He jabbed the barrel of the gun into James's chest. "If you don't agree, I'll kill you right here, believe it or not?"
Samuel instinctively shouted, "James, don't go with them."
Terry's eyes flashed with malice, and he shifted the gun, firing steel pellets into Samuel's calf without hesitation.
Blood spurted out, and Samuel grunted in pain. His face showed a trace of agony, but he gritted his teeth and steadied himself against the wall.
Isabella and the others fell into a deathly silence, staring at the blood on the ground, all in a daze.
They never expected Terry to be so ruthless.
Terry gripped the gun handle tightly. "Are you coming or not?"
Then he shifted the gun again, and with a bang, Scott's left arm was hit.
Scott gritted his teeth and endured it.
The hallway was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Terry asked, "I'll ask you the last time, are you coming or not?"
Terry pointed the gun at Isabella. "No matter how good you are at fighting, can you take on six guns?"
Terry said, "Even if you can dodge, can your woman and your brothers?"
Terry was experienced and knew how to leverage James's weakness.
"Bastards, if you dare touch James, I'll make sure you die a horrible death." Scott, clutching his bleeding arm, shouted, "I mean what I say."
As he spoke, a natural aura of menace emanated from him. His gaze turned cold and ruthless, causing a few men to instinctively loosen their grip in surprise.
Terry jabbed the gun barrel into Scott's forehead. "Do you think you can scare me? Say one more word, and I'll blow out your kneecap, making you sit in a wheelchair for life."
The gun's power was limited, but it was more than enough to shatter a kneecap.
Scott wanted to speak again, but James cut him off. "You're here for me. If you're angry, take it out on me. He's just a patient here, an innocent man. Let him and my companions go, and I'll go with you to see Bryan."
James's tone was very calm. "If you harm them, I'll fight to the death."
Scott spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration but didn't speak out again.
Scott hadn't expected these people to be so arrogant, not only committing violence in a hospital but also all carrying weapons, striking with ruthless precision.
Even they were currently in advantageous position, Scott noticed a few men keeping their distance, guns trained on him and James.
Though their faces were full of sneers and mockery, there was no sign of underestimating their opponents.
They were indeed well-trained.
A wise man knows when to retreat.
Scott adjusted his mindset but had already sentenced them to death in his heart.
Terry frowned slightly, casting an unwilling glance at Isabella. Though she wasn't a super beauty, she was still worth taking back.
Moreover, Jesse had repeatedly instructed him to capture Mary.
But seeing the cold look in James's eyes, he knew that if he forced the woman to go along, James might indeed fight to the death.
His arm still hurt.
After some thought, Terry finally gave the order. "Take him."
He planned to take James back first, then have a few men return to capture Mary.
James was escorted into the car by a dozen men.
The car sped away.
Samuel and Isabella were in pain.
Scott coughed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his anger flared.
He took out his phone. "Everyone, assemble."
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