King's Awakening Chapter 163: If you dare to harm a hair on his head, I’ll wi

Chapter 163: If you dare to harm a hair on his head, I’ll wipe out your entire family!

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Boom!

At the shout of their leader, forty or so burly n flooded into the room like a mad torrent.

Sensing trouble, Elijah Bailey hastily took out his phone and sent a ssage to White Mitchell.

But at this mont, the gang of horrifying n charged into the room and without a word, started smashing everything in sight with chairs, indiscriminately attacking anyone who dared to interfere, showing absolutely no respect for anything.

Even the security guards of Wenx Hotel who tried to intervene were quickly overpowered, with absolutely no chance to fight back.

The mbers of the Jones Group, seething with rage at this spectacle, were completely helpless.

It was apparent that these n were no n of honor; with tattoos all over their bodies, and their tyrannical faces, they were clearly a gang of low-lifes.

How could the Jones Group office staff stand a chance against them?

Even if ten of them ganged up, they wouldn’t stand a chance against a single one of these thugs, and would only add to the casualties.

They were all aware of this, as was Sherry Jones, who quickly stopped her colleagues from doing anything reckless.

Facing this scene, the Jones Group employees felt the bitter resentnt and helplessness knotted in their chests, but they could only stand there, gritting their teeth, powerless to act.

Before long, the nacing gang had completely destroyed the carefully set up venue, smashing everything in sight, and not a single item was spared.

Then, the gang leader casually dusted off his hands, seemingly unconcerned with the destruction he had commanded. He then shot the crowd a disdainful glance.

“What? Can’t accept it?” The leader sneered, looking at the Jones Group mbers as if they were nothing more than ants.

The employees, suppressing their rage, bore sullen expressions.

“Boys, bring it in!” The leader then, ignoring the defiance and hostility from the crowd, ordered his gang.

Soon, four large n carried in a coffin and dumped it in the middle of the room.

With a thud that seed to make the entire room vibrate, they drew everyone’s attention to the coffin.

The Jones Group employees were livid, their fists clenched in anger.

anwhile, Mori Jones and his henchn were sitting calmly to one side, their area untouched by the chaos. Smirks of amusent played on their faces, indicating they had perhaps anticipated this outco.

Seeing their expressions only infuriated the other Jones Group mbers even more. They were suffocated by their extre frustration and helpless rage.

Just then, the gang leader jumped onto the coffin, looking down on the employees and taunted, “What are you looking at? If you’re unhappy, try to argue with us! A bunch of cowards!

Let warn you all, anyone who dares to go on with this bullshit press conference today, I’ll have them lying in this coffin, to keep my dead mother company!

Co on, whoever isn’t scared of death, co over here!”

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Faced with his threats, everyone else was too furious to really respond, they themselves feeling completely powerless.

The man standing on the coffin, gazing upon the employees’ expression of helplessness, couldn’t help but break into a self-satisfied smirk at this sight.

Cough, cough

At this mont, Ryan, who was sitting next to Mori Jones, coughed softly, and shot a covert glance at the rowdy gang, then at Sherry Jones who was standing on the small stage.

Grasping his aning, the gang leader imdiately hopped down from the coffin and strode towards Sherry Jones.

“Miss, watch out!” Elijah, seeing the threat, stepped in front of Sherry Jones to protect her.

But the next mont, he was kicked aside by the thuggish man, and didn’t even have the chance to fight back.

“Elijah!”

Sherry Jones shivered, her pretty face instantly clouded with a hint of panic. She stood there like a frightened bird, a little at a loss.

At that ti, the leader of the group had knocked over Elijah Bailey and was now targeting Sherry Jones.

His face was ruthless as he stared at Sherry Jones and snarled, “Fuck! You unscrupulous swindler, dared to push my limits?”

“Why don’t you just shut down your company and end all the issues instead of being here causing a scene?”

“You really think you can ignore , huh? Well, then I will give you a lesson you won’t forget today!”

Upon hearing this, Sherry felt a chill in her heart. She couldn’t help but step back a couple of steps. She almost fell, and just at that mont, the man sneered coldly and raised his hand high.

Just as the powerful slap was about to land, Sherry, out of fear, closed her eyes, not daring to face the situation.

Just then, a cold voice, like a peal of thunder, suddenly exploded through everyone’s ears.

Everyone was montarily stunned.

“If you dare touch a hair on her head, I’ll wipe you all out!”

The voice was as chilling as a knife’s edge.

Whoever heard this voice couldn’t help but shiver, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, with waves of piercing cold coming from inside.

Hmm?

mbers of the Jones Group instinctively looked towards the direction of the sound. They saw a person standing at the entrance of the conference hall. The figure was as straight as a javelin, slowly stepping forward.

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Seeing White Mitchell suddenly appear, they were montarily at loss. He functioned at his own pace, and yet, with every step he took, it was as if he covered more than a ter at a ti, as though he were teleporting.

Those who didn’t know him would think he was taking large steps.

Seeing this, their eyes were filled with disbelief, as they continued to stare at White Mitchell.

At that mont, a ruthless voice rang once again, pulling them back to reality.

“Who invited this snot? Daring to show off in my face? Threatening to wipe out? Do you think you are in a drama?”

“I am gonna teach her a lesson! Not just touching her hair, I’ll slap her a couple of tis to teach her so manners. Once I’m done with this bitch, you’ll be next!” The man standing in front of Sherry snarled, his face darkened. The slap that had previously hung in the air, was now landing fiercely.

White Mitchell’s face turned grim and his cold voice suddenly rang out: “You’re courting death!”

Boom!

A sound like a roaring tiger suddenly burst from within White Mitchell. Following this, the atmosphere of battle and bloodshed, like a landslide and tsunami, instantly covered the conference room.

In just an instant, the temperature of the venue dropped to freezing, even breathing seed to beco difficult.

Before anyone could react, White Mitchell moved swiftly like a thunderbolt, grabbed a chair next to him and threw it at the man who was about to attack Sherry Jones.

Bang!

A loud noise resounded. The ordinary-looking chair flew out like a cannonball, carrying devastating force.

Everyone then saw the once fierce brute directly knocked out by the chair.

The whole conference room seed to be jolted by an earthquake, shaking violently.

At this mont, the entire scene was in silence. Everyone was frozen in shock, unable to recover for a long ti.

As everyone was still overwheld, the man who was knocked out climbed up from the ground, his eyes red with fury. He stared at White Mitchell while bellowing furiously, “Get him! Get him! Wipe him out for !”

“How dare he hit ! Don’t let him live, get him for ! Go, everybody, go! Don’t let him live!!!”