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!”

men. “Men, someone is willing to pay a hundred thousand to whoever that beats

of a hundred thousand,

make him cry, laughing

him to drop to his

me alone will cause him to cry for his

clearly not seeing

offering the reward?” Kai asked

right. I’m not worried about letting you know. After all, it’s not like you’ll dare to cause her any more trouble. After beating up Leyton, the

I shouldn’t have

hands with a shrug, Kai suddenly launched a

Warrick was sent

men, who had looked down upon Kai a moment

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

Cough! Cough!

onto the ground, Warrick threw up a pool of blood. After that, he

with each other, his men charged forward, motivated by

not

Pfft!

sniggered before dashing forward to meet their