The Man’s Decree

As Kai walked down the hill, he was stopped by a group of four to five men along the way.

“Kai, you’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Warrick smirked at Kai.

Behind him was a group of fierce-looking men wielding clubs in their hands.

“Why are you waiting for me?” Kai shot Warrick an icy glance. “If you’re looking for a fight, you lot are no match for me. Yesterday, I took out more than ten men from the Scott family singlehandedly. Do you think just a handful of you can defeat me?”

“Hahaha! Kai, how dare you speak with such arrogance before knowing who I brought with me? You’ll naturally learn their identities once you’re begging for mercy on your knees!”

Laughing heartily, Warrick was unfazed by Kai.

Warrick had seen for himself what happened yesterday. Baldy and his men were nothing more than incompetent street thugs who were each defeated by a single punch from Kai.

Unlike the day before, Warrick’s men were all martial artists who could single-handedly defeat ten men by themselves without breaking a sweat.

“It seems I let you off too lightly the last time. I should have broken your limbs so that you won’t be making a fool of yourself right now,” Kai sneered while giving Warrick the side-eye.

“Damn you! How dare you still bring up yesterday? I’m going to beat you till you grovel for mercy if it’s the last thing I do!”

to pay a hundred thousand to whoever that beats him

the mention of a hundred thousand, the men’s eyes

If you want us to make him

to his

one kick from me alone will cause

clearly not seeing

the one offering the reward?” Kai asked

you know. After all, it’s not like you’ll dare to cause her any more trouble. After beating up Leyton, the Scott family will definitely not forgive you. All I’m

I shouldn’t have

Kai suddenly launched a kick

Warrick was sent flying

had looked down upon Kai a moment ago, froze as

with a kick, one needed to be extremely powerful. Evidently, Kai wasn’t someone to

Cough! Cough!

ground, Warrick threw up a pool of

his men charged forward, motivated by

as expected, all of them were not only trained men

Pfft!

before dashing forward to meet