“Who are you? Where are Levi and Zoey?” Zayn asked.
“Well, Mr. Garrison told me to take care of you,” James answered, baring his teeth in a cruel grin.
“W-what do you want?”
Zayn began to panic as the muscular guys began to close in on him.
He was tiny compared to them…
Slap!
James slapped Zayn across his face without warning.
That slap almost knocked him out cold.
A buzzing sound ensued as he struggled to recover from it.
Crack!
The slap was not the end of it.
James stomped his foot into Zayn’s leg, breaking it into pieces with a loud snap.
Crack!
His other leg was broken as well.
Crack!
Crack!
His arms were gone in seconds.
Zayn could do nothing but scream at the top of his lungs.
Not only did he lose an entire company to someone else, but he also got crippled by some foreign jerk.
Within minutes, all of Zayn’s men were lying on the floor and writhing in pain.
Only one person remained.
“Let me remind you that North Hampton isn’t a place you can just waltz into and call yourself the king!” James spat before turning around and taking his leave.
After just a few hours, word spread far and wide amongst the Quebec nobility. Not only did the Suarez family fail to snatch even a portion of the Oriental shares, but its Third Young Master and his men had also been beaten severely and thrown out of North Hampton.
It was the breaking news of the day.
Many people had considered going to North Hampton to vie for its market shares, but that incident had scared them off.
North Hampton had no shortage of leaders despite the collapse of the North Hampton Chamber of Commerce and the Gonzales family.
The Morris Group, for one, was a rising star.
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