The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine) novel Chapter 147

As Brent rushed towards the hall of the hut, the five men also barged in. The five men were startled to see Brent. The leader of the five was bald and fat with a potbelly.

He said sternly, “Who the hell are you?”

“Harry Schumer, these few bastards are ruining your enjoyment!” The man who was being stepped on by Jack yelled.

Jack turned and glared at the man, “You animal!”

Slap!

Jack ruthlessly slapped the man and immediately half of the man’s face swelled up.

Daisy remained seated at the bed and drenched in her tears.

“Ah! Dare to ruin my fun?” The bald man scoffed and said to Brent, “Guy, why don’t you ask around who Harry Schumer is? This Chuck owed me five hundred thousand yuan in gambling debt. Now I’m getting a few of my buddies to sleep with his daughter to settle the debts. It’s a good deal for their family.”

After he said, he raised his hand to push Brent with disdain. “Get the hell away. Otherwise, you can stay and watch our performance!”

Just as the bald man’s hand touched Brent’s shoulders. Brent twitched and in a flash, he raised his right elbow and drove down it ruthlessly.

Bash! A low crack sounded as bones broke.

“Ah!”

Harry’s expression changed and started to squeal like a pig and staggered backward. He stared with his eyes wide open at his right arm. His arm was hanging at an odd angle and the white bone was exposed and protruded out of the skin. Fresh blood squirted horrifyingly from the wound.

The swift and ruthless strike stunned the four men who came with Harry. The room was filled with Harry’s continued yells in agony.

Brent took a step forward and was filled with murderous intent, “Daisy is my woman! Insult my woman and all of you will die!”

“What are you waiting for? Attack him!” Harry shouted as he squirmed in pain.

Then, before the four of them advanced, the towering Brent already lunged forward.

Kabaam!

His iron fists sent Harry flying.

Immediately, Brent charged like a raging tiger diving into a herd of lambs.

The four men reacted rather quickly and rushed towards Brent with their fists clenched.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

In just two seconds, sounds of bones cracking could be heard.

All of their arms were broken with the bone piercing through the skin and blood squirting from it. They all squealed like pigs in a slaughterhouse. The four laid on the ground writhing in pain.

In the room.

Jack smiled and gently shook his head. The five gangsters can behave arrogantly to common folks but who were they to fight with Brent who emerged from a pile of dead?

The men were stunned and full of terror. Who were these people? They were godly fighters!

In fact, Brent was the god of fighters.

In numerous battles among mercenaries, Brent crawled out among the dead. With the title of King of War, what was he if not the god of fighters?