Chapter 323 The Brutal Instincts in James' Bones Awaken
When Uriah heard that, his eyes practically shot flames as he glared at James. If looks could kill, James would be toast.
"James, you're cruisin' for a bruisin'!" Uriah was fuming, but he kept his cool. He wasn't dumb enough to think James would roll up solo. He figured James had backup lurking somewhere.
He took a deep breath, trying to chill out. James was right there, no rush. He could nab him anytime and then have some real fun making him pay.
James was kinda shocked to see Uriah keeping it together. He thought Uriah would charge at him like a bull.
But hey, this worked out just fine. James had nothing better to do, so why not mess with Uriah a bit?
"James, gotta hand it to you, I didn't think you'd survive that blaze!" Uriah said, while signaling his crew to scope out the place for any of James's buddies.
James saw right through it and laughed. "Don't bother. I came alone, no backup."
Uriah wasn't buying it and sneered. He wasn't in a hurry. James wasn't going anywhere. He was already plotting how to make James suffer.
Soon, one of his guys came back and said, "Uriah, we checked everywhere, no ambush. Looks like James really is solo."
Uriah was floored. 'Is this dude serious? Is he not scared of dying?'
Then a thought hit him, and his eyebrows shot up. "Check again, see if there are any bombs."
Everyone froze. Why would James come alone unless he had a death wish? If no backup, maybe he rigged the place to blow, planning to take them all out!
Just like in the movies.
Kieran, lying on the ground, felt a flicker of hope. Maybe James had rigged the place, and the Perry family would let them go out of fear.
But James's next words crushed that hope.
James laughed. "Uriah, you've got a wild imagination. I don't need bombs to take you down. Seriously, no backup, no bombs."
Uriah still didn't trust him and had his guys search again.
A few minutes later, they came back, looking puzzled. "Uriah, we checked everywhere, no bombs."
Uriah frowned hard. He couldn't figure out what James was planing.
Did James really think he could take on all of them by himself?
Ridiculous! No way that was happening.
Uriah was a beast, trained since he was ten, and strong as hell. Even with all his skills, he could only handle eight guys tops under the assumption that they were unarmed. Otherwise, he may just take down five regular at most.
And here he had over fifty men, all trained fighters, not just some thugs off the street.
Plus, they were all packing heat.
So, where the hell was James getting this confidence from?
But whatever, James wasn’t walking out of here alive.
"You're done today!" Uriah cut the chit-chat and waved his hand, barking, "Get him, now!"
With that, a dozen of his best fighters closed in on James, making sure there was no way out.
James just grinned, looking like he was about to have the time of his life.
He’d always been a scrapper. Before he joined the Johnson family, he was a notorious bully, making life hell for countless rich kids.
Back then, someone like Uriah wouldn’t even be on his radar—too weak. He only messed with the top dogs, and even they got their butts handed to them.
Because of his wild ways, he pissed off a lot of people, so his grandpa Alistair made him join the Johnson family and sealed his powers to cool him down and keep him out of trouble.
Now that he was out of the Johnson family and his seal was lifted, he was stronger than ever. Facing the Perry family, his inner beast was ready to roar.
It looked like James was surrounded by a dozen guys, but in his mind, he had them surrounded.
Like a wolf among sheep, James finally made his move when they charged. He put his right hand behind his back, only showing his left.
The first guy rushed at him, and James grinned before striking with his left hand, twisting the guy’s arm into a weird shape. Without missing a beat, he chopped another guy’s neck, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
Two more guys came at him from behind, swinging iron rods, aiming to bash his head in.
If they made it, James’s head would be toast, even if it was made of iron.
But James moved like he had eyes in the back of his head. He sidestepped, making the rods miss, and the two guys’ arms landed on his shoulders.
James still used his left hand, elbowing the guy on the left hard. Then, using the right guy’s arm still on his shoulder, he twisted it downwards, snapping it. The guy screamed like a banshee.
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