Life at the Top

By the time he finished speaking, Julian had already dashed over to stand in front of Jasper. He held a beer bottle in his hand and with a backhand smash against the table, the thick beer bottle shattered.

Julian’s gaze was frosty as he pointed the sharp end of the bottle at attackers who were rushing toward them.

He did not rush up to them, for his most important mission was to protect Jasper.

After all, they were faced with around a dozen men now and it would end horribly if he rushed forward only to leave an opening for someone to attack Jasper.

Despite having lived more than half his life, Chad had never seen such a scene before and he grew pale from utter fear.

“Don’t worry,” Jasper’s gentle voice sounded…

“Jul’s here, we’ll be fine.”

Chad turned to look at Jasper only to see him calm as usual. There was no sign of panic on the man’s expression at all.

Perhaps it was Jasper’s influence, but Chad found himself calming down as well.

In a short while, the men with machetes rushed over.

It was evident that these people had been through professional training. They were on a completely different level from ordinary gangsters and were extremely professional machete wielders.

Their target was clear—Jasper.

The first three rushed over, and Julian was extremely focused as he raised his hand to whack the beer bottle on one of the trio’s heads. The opponent staggered with a pitiful whimper and fell. At the same time, Julian grabbed another’s throat before tossing him against the third person harshly.

Julian was extremely strong, especially when his strength exploded. Jasper had seen how the man burst a sandbag with one punch in practice.

train and they were sent flying with pitiful screams. They ended up toppling the adjacent table upon impact before

a machete by now and with a weapon in hand, Julian resembled a God of War. No one could get three

Julian would have rushed

their men had been defeated, the remaining five to six shared a look. Jaws set, they changed

Julian while another

one hand. Then, he threw the table at them as if it

were immediately

time, two machete-wielding men had arrived on both

there and let them do as they wished. His opponents had weapons and were professionally trained, so fighting back was not an option. Jasper immediately took two steps back and waited

petrified and remained

Jasper retreated. Julian was angrily rushing over as well, and they did not have time to run after Jasper now. Grounding their molars, they swung their machetes at

moment,

to find a manager who met his and

and

had the fatal slice merely nicking Chad’s arm instead, while Jasper ended up taking a hit on his shoulder as well. Blood immediately streamed

grew red from

and he arrived before the two men in the blink of an eye. Raising his hand, he smacked the two attackers just

the scene and turned to flee. Whatever bravery they had

them to escape as he was still enraged. He caught up to them in a couple of steps and grabbed the two by the shoulders as easily as grabbing small chicks. He then pressed

on the floor shattered and the two attackers were on the ground before they could even shout. They lay there without

the wound on his arm, he rushed over to hold Jasper. Color immediately drained from his face as he took a look at the horrifyingly blood-soaked

was

“Get lost!”

wanted nothing more than to beat Chad up, considering Jasper had only gotten hurt from saving Chad who was too