The Legendary Man

Chapter 553 Straightforward And Brutal Method

Jonathan was taken aback after listening to that gangster’s words.

He thought those people were targeting him. Unexpectedly, they were there to attack Leslie, so he was merely unlucky to have been dragged into that mess.

He turned to look at Leslie, who was wearing a dazed facial expression.

“Blackey? Blackey Carlson from Mirage Plaza?” she questioned that gangster coldly while rubbing the area on her neck, which Jonathan had grabbed earlier.

“That’s right. We received this instruction from Blackey.” Evidently, the gangster was enduring a lot of pain at that moment, as the veins on his forehead bulged and pulsated. “That’s all I know. I beg you. Please let us go. We are only executing an order from somebody else. We did not want to harm a police officer too.”

“You still intend to roam free after making a commotion while wielding weapons to gang up on a police officer in a party of more than three people? I suggest you mentally prepare yourselves to face eight or ten years in prison,” Leslie replied impassively.

She took out her phone and dialed a number as she spoke.

“Mr. Hoffman, a group of gangsters planned a joint assault on me at the night market. I’m fine. Somebody saved me. The gangsters have been subdued. Hurry up and send some men over. I’ll be waiting here—”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crisp, loud sounds reverberated in the air again.

A horrible stench quickly wafted out. Leslie was dumbfounded as she gazed at those armed gangsters while still holding her phone to her ear.

Noticing those men wetting their pants, Leslie swiftly turned to look at Jonathan.

“Hey. W-What have you done?”

Jonathan answered calmly, “I did not do anything. These people slashed me with their cleavers, so I broke their spine. It is only reasonable for them to spend the rest of their lives in a wheelchair and suffer from incontinence.”

“You’re crazy!”

out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his wrist

frowned at the handcuffs on his wrists. “Ms. Hart, these people are

am thankful that you rescued me.

Jonathan reabsorbed the spiritual energy around

demeanor. “Leslie, I admit you are a good police officer. Regrettably, there are too few people like you in

grasp the steel handcuffs. Then, exerting only minimal force, he

the same mindset as you, imagining everyone would abide by the law. However, after witnessing so many incidents, I realize the laws can never restrain some people. A ten-year-old child does not have to be sentenced to death for murder. Those elites of the society with immense authority have been living their lives without regard for the rules. I’ve gained clarity after experiencing all these things. If you seek to restore justice in this world, the

mentioned, Leslie could fathom his point of view because she was born into a

pair of handcuffs that symbolized the law and order in

martial artists truly

you this time because of what you’ve just said. Let’s go. I’ll remove this threat for

going?”

now.

the third floor of Mirage Plaza, Maverick Carlson was hugging and groping a woman with a

one of his subordinates slowly lifted a bottle of wine. “Blackey, are we being too reckless for trying to harm a police officer this time? Previously, we

looked up after hearing

police officer. So what if

content of his wineglass

carry out the task have already committed murders in the past. I’ve planned for them to go on the run anyway. This current job to target the police officer is just for them to taste one last round

extremely thoughtful and farsighted, Blackey. By the way, now that we are serving Ryan, why are we earning

“Shut up!”

grim when he heard his subordinate

question or doubt Boss? Just mind your own business and don’t ask so many questions. Otherwise, you might

“I got it!”