The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 2060

He frantically checked his glasses, put them back on, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his glasses did not break, they were quite expensive.

Then he lost his temper. “What are you doing? What do you mean by sending people flying to me?!”

“Do you know how much my glasses cost? Do you still want your job?”

Viola’s side went up in laughter as soon as he said that.

Hearing the laughter, Joel became even more upset.

The man standing in front of him asked to him, “Are you talking to us?”

Joel froze before fixing his gaze on the man, only to realize that the man standing before him was Viola’s employee, and there was not a scratch on his body.

On the other hand, his man was lying miserably on the ground. His elbows were covered with bruises. By the looks of his arms, the man might lose them if he was not treated in time.

“I’m sorry, Boss,” the man uttered feebly.

Hearing this, Joel was ashamed and annoyed.

He thought he could crush Mozart, yet he made a fool of himself instead.

No one would accept the fact that they humiliated themselves.

Joel glared at Ludwig.

“Mr. Wilmer, you don’t look very pleased…” Viola said.

Joel replied, “Yes. I just picked someone at random. I didn’t think you’d have someone who could fight. This round doesn’t count. Let’s try one more time.”

“Suit yourself…” In Viola’s opinion, he would win no matter what.

As soon as Viola agreed, Joel, who was desperate to save his face, called out his strongest employee.

Viola casually glanced at the man and his security guards.” You, step out.”

Viola called out a man less than 1.5 meters tall with a rather thin figure. He looked frail.

Joel became even more egotistical. “Hahahaha!”

He also laughed unabashedly. “Mr. Lennon! You look like you have a lot of staff. Are they only extras? You don’t have anyone to use, do you? Otherwise, why would you ask such a clown to step out?”

“Oh, Mr. Lennon, you’re not trying to defeat me by switching the order of the matchups, are you? Are you using your weakest guy to fight my strongest guy so that you can win more fights? But we’re not even equal in numbers, Mr. Lennon.”

Viola still looked indifferent in the face of Joel’s sarcasm.

“You’re wrong, Mr. Wilmer. Well have to try to find out.”

“Alright! Alright!” Joel waved his hand impatiently and said to his thug with a smile, “Finish this early so we can go home.”

“Alright!” the thug yelled and punched at the short man.