Chapter 189
Hank was already starting to regret it, but no one was left to protect him except for two bodyguards. So, he grabbed them by the wrists and pushed them forward. 'You two, beat him up! You're only allowed to stop when he's on the ground, or I'll hold you two responsible for this! And if you don't buy me enough time to escape, I'll..."
He didn't get to finish his sentence and stood there, mouth agape and eyes wide. Darius had suddenly appeared before him, and he was terrified. As far as he knew, no normal human could move at such a speed. Now, however, he was proven wrong. A scene he'd never even imagined had happened before his very eyes. This was beyond his understanding, and he was fearful.
He turned to look at Darius, lips trembling. He stammered out, "W-what are you doing?” Obviously, he was terrified, but Darius didn't intend to let him off the hook.
The two bodyguards were dumbstruck. Darius was like a gust of wind. He'd disappeared before their very eyes and reappeared behind them. They felt like they were dreaming, but the screams that Hank was letting out were definitely real.
They returned to their senses and whipped around to see a repeat of what had happened at the hospital-Darius had wrapped a hand around Hank's neck, and Hank was starting to suffocate again. He couldn't take it and flailed around, shouting, “Darius, you're a martial artist!"
Darius didn't expect him to know about this. He frowned and said, “I was going to let you go so that you could make it back to Almiron City alive, but it looks like that's not a part of your plan."
Hank's brain was already fogging up because of the lack of oxygen, and after Darius spoke, he could feel his oxygen supply depleting faster than before. And this time, the pain coming from his neck was more intense. He opened his eyes to glare daggers at Darius, but he was so scared that he started to cry instead.
Darius couldn't stand his tears and started to frown. He was about to reprimand Hank when he felt a gust of wind coming from behind him. It made him lose his balance, and he knew it wasn't a normal gust of wind. It had come from another martial artist.
However, he still didn’t let go of Hank. On the contrary, he kept a hand around his neck and turned around as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, his plan failed. The gust of wind didn't land on Hank. Instead, it billowed past them and slammed onto the ground, turning the tar into pebbles.
Darius threw him onto the ground, exercised his arm a little, and took his jacket off to wipe his hand. Then, he threw the jacket onto the ground, looking disgusted. He took a deep breath and said, "This isn’t the result I wanted, but I changed my mind when you showed up."
Silence descended upon them. The martial artist had come here to protect Hank, but he didn’t expect his presence to lead to his death instead. He didn't know how to explain this to the Gillette family, although he didn't need to. He walked out from behind the car and stood before Darius with his hands behind his back.
"You should know that your actions will seriously damage my reputation and make me lose a lot of business, which will lead to me being unable to earn money. That's going to make me really mad." Darius laughed. ‘You're not as badass as you think, so your threat means nothing to me." He looked at the martial artist, his eyes obviously belying his desire to spar with him. He’d been training every day for some time but hadn't shown much improvement. He'd tried to measure the improvement he'd made recently, but it was nothing compared to the improvement he'd shown during that fight with the martial artist in black.
He’d been searching for another martial artist to fight but to no avail. Now that there was one before him, he didn’t want to let the opportunity slip, even if the martial artist wasn’t a willing participant. So, he reached out and controlled the energy, making it shoot out from his palms.
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