My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now! novel Chapter 6

Jordan looked like he was at a disadvantage in the narrow stairwell because he was much smaller than them.

However, Jordan dodged their punches easily and leaped up onto the staircase's railing effortlessly. He then kicked one of them in his face.

Damn! This bastard's kick hurts so much!"

The person who had been kicked immediately started bleeding from his nose.

Jordan smiled and said, "I'm a fourth-degree black belt."

"I'm a ninth-degree black belt!"

Jordan's attacker became angry and tried to kick him as well.

Jordan leaped down from the railing, and he punched again before shaking his head and mocking the other party.

Jordan was indeed a fourth-degree black belt. The average age of fourth-degree black-belt-holders was at least 55 years old and above. Clearly, he didn't know about that.

Jordan had been practicing martial arts for many years, and Taekwondo was not the only sport he learned.

Bang!

Jordan beat his opponents up to the point of vomiting acid with Bruce-Lee-style punches.

Boom!

With an over-the-shoulder throw, Jordan slammed him hard on the ground!

The two professional fighters were trounced by Jordan!

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At Old Mrs. Camden's birthday banquet in Orlando's Marriott Hotel...

Herman said to Old Mrs. Camden with a look of embarrassment, "Mom, the professional fighters I hired got crippled by Jordan!"

"What?"

Everyone was shocked. 'Is this wastrel a professional fighter too?'

"Isn't there anyone who can deal with this beast!?!"

Old Mrs. Camden slapped the table furiously.

At this moment, Ryan Dunn, the general agent of Ubereats, came over with a birthday gift for Old Mrs. Camden.

Upon sight of Ryan, Herman suddenly smiled.

Ryan was a nobody in Orlando. A few years ago, when takeout delivery services were not well-received, he spent only 30,000 dollars to become the general agent of Ubereats for Orlando.

It would probably be hard to do that now even if the price was increased by ten times.

Ever since he earned a reasonable sum of money from Ubereats, Ryan had been trying to blend in with the upper-class society of Orlando.

As it was Old Mrs. Camden's 80th birthday today, Ryan decided to take the opportunity to become acquainted with the Camdens.

"Mr. Dunn, welcome, welcome, have you been well lately?"

Herman walked up to greet him with a smile.

Ryan held onto a bottle of red wine with one hand and shook Herman's hand with the other. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Camden. I'm doing very well."

He then walked towards Old Mrs. Camden and handed the bottle of red wine over to her.

"Old Mrs. Camden, I heard you enjoy drinking. This is a bottle of 1990 Domaine de la Romanee-Conti wine. I wish you a happy birthday and longevity!"