UNRIVALLED GOD OF WAR - Season 1 Episode 54

Bob’s cheek was swelling as blood trickled from the corner of his lips. Unfortunately, he could only fume silently in impotent rage.

Watching all this happen from their car, Nathan urged to Penny, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

In truth, the moment their BMW came to a stop nearby, the thugs had already taken notice of them. After all, any random commoner would not have been able to afford such a luxurious car.

They knew that the president of Cross Corporation had arrived.

At that moment, Nathan Cross stepped out from the car.

Carl exchanged glances with his men before they turned as a unit to look at Nathan, hostility written across their faces.

Bob rushed forward to greet him, respect in his tone, “Mr. Cross, you’re here! These men are being unreasonable…”

Eyeing the injured man, Nathan spoke, “I know. You should wipe the blood from your lips first.”

Bob grimaced as he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the blood.

Turning to look at the fierce-looking thugs, Nathan’s voice was hard as he asked, “Who sent you here to cause trouble?”

The group of men sneered at him in reply.

Carl sized him up before letting out a villainous chuckle, “You trying to act the hero in front of your pretty boss? Let’s see what you’re capable of then!”

With that, he lifted his hand before bringing it down in a smack across Nathan’s face.

He had never failed to land a hit before.

Yet before his hand had even touched Nathan’s face, the man’s hand snapped out to grab his wrist tightly.

“You!”

Carl felt like his wrist was being held in a vicelike grip. No matter how hard he tried to move it, he found that he could not even budge a single inch. He glared at Nathan, equal parts shocked and furious.

Before he could do anything though, Nathan gave him a heavy backhand.

Smack!

The force behind that hit was immense. For a brief instant, Carl wondered if anyone could withstand this terrible power. In the next instant, his face seemed to explode with agony as blood spurted everywhere.

His thickly-built body flew backwards like a sack of potatoes, slamming into two of his men, causing them all to fall to the ground in a heap.

Everyone present gasped at the scene.

Although the hit had been aimed at Carl, the absolutely terrifying strength behind it could be seen by all. Fear trailed icy fingers down the rest of the thugs’ spines at how easily their leader had fallen in one blow.

One of the thugs finally snapped out of his shock and screamed angrily, “How dare you attack Carl? Get him, boys!”

Immediately, the thugs pulled out their weapons. Metal pipes and knives glinted in the sunlight as they charged towards Nathan, vicious snarls on their faces.

Penny, Bob, and the crowd that had slowly formed could only watch on anxiously, wondering how he would get out of this. He was severely outnumbered.

Nathan snorted as he stepped forward to greet the first person with a hard punch to the face.

With a loud crack, the man collapsed to the ground soundlessly.

Like a ferocious tiger, Nathan charged through the crowd of men, his punches brutal and precise. With every hit, there would be an agonized cry before one of the thugs would crumple to the ground. None was his equal.

In less than two minutes, all thirty of the thugs were on the floor, groaning and whimpering in pain.