A Man Like None Other novel Chapter 1155

Chapter 1155 Wet Their Pants

“Mister, you can liaise with me directly on ship renting later. From today onward, the decision on all the ships owned by the Wood family lies in my hands. Since we’re in the midst of resolving some personal matters, you’d better not intervene in it!” Terrell stated coldly. To him, Jared was merely someone intending to rent a ship.

Jared suddenly grinned as he slowly fastened his gaze on Terrell. “The decision lies in your hand? Don’t tell me you are Freddy Wood’s son.”

Terrell’s face turned grim after he heard Jared’s words. “Brat, I think you’re here to stir up trouble instead of renting a ship. Since that’s the case, you only have yourself to blame for what is going to happen next!”

Narrowing his eyes, Terrell gestured to the three Senior Grandmasters. “Take him down now!”

Nonetheless, the trio remained motionless. Terrell turned hurriedly, only to find intense fear in the three Senior Grandmasters’ eyes. As they trembled all over, the ground beneath them was wet! Evidently, they were scared stiff the moment they saw Jared and wet their pants.

Even though Terrell was a martial artist, the Duncan family specialized in the business sector. Thus, he did not pay much attention to the martial arts world.

On the other hand, the three Senior Grandmasters had been following up on the martial arts forum closely and were well aware of Jared’s capability

Since Jared could annihilate the director of the Warriors Alliance in Jadeborough, they presumed he would be able to eradicate them effortlessly just by emanating his aura.

Knowing that their combat prowess was a stark contrast to Jared’s, the three Senior Grandmasters were scared to death.

Staring at them, Terrell questioned quizzically, “What’s the matter with the three of you?”

“The three subordinates of yours are not really up to par. Look at how they wet their pants. My goodness! It stinks!” Jared sneered at him before mocking the three Senior Grandmasters, “Your boss instructed you to strike at me, didn’t he? So, aren’t you going to come at me?”

His words scared the crap out of them. With that, the three Senior Grandmasters fell to their knees and pleaded piteously, “Mr. Chance, please let us off!”