The Legendary Man novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193 What A Bunch Of Useless Creatures

In an old warehouse in Jazona, those abducted from the Smith mansion were all kneeling on the ground. Even Connor and Margaret were there.

All of them were bound and blindfolded, trembling violently in a dark corner.

Meanwhile, a thousand Divine Dragon Guards armed with lethal weapons stood guard over the entrance. The security was so tight not even a fly could enter.

When a bright light shone on every single member of the Smith family, they cowered in the corner, quaking yet not daring to budge an inch.

It was not until someone ripped the black cloths from their eyes did Hugo recognized Timothy, who was sitting in the middle of the warehouse, at a single glance.

“Mr. Turner?”

The moment he caught sight of the man, shock crept onto his features.

Hadn’t he just allowed us to leave the Turner residence a while ago? Why did he capture us back now?

“Hmm?”

At the sound of his voice, Timothy glanced at him placidly.

When Hugo glimpsed the look in his eyes, he could not help asking, “What is the meaning of this, Mr. Turner? Didn’t you let us go earlier? Why have you captured us now?”

“Why, do you have an objection to that?” Timothy eyed him coldly, curling his lips. “It’s my prerogative to capture or set you free. Or was I supposed to inform you before I did so?”

Hugo hastily explained, “No, Mr. Turner! That wasn’t what I—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Timothy cut him off. “In that case, shut your mouth!”

At his reprimand, Hugo was instantly terrified to the point that he dared not utter another word.

Despite his high and mighty act in front of Josephine, he was a nobody in front of the younger man.

With his brows furrowed, Timothy looked at the middle-aged man in black beside him, inquiring, “What’s going on with the men you sent out? Why aren’t they back yet with Josephine and that worthless bum?”

“I’ll ask about it right away.”

The middle-aged man promptly whipped out his phone to make a call.

Rage blazing in his eyes, Timothy grumbled, “What a bunch of useless creatures! What’s the use of me employing the lot of you when you’re spending eons just to capture a worthless piece of trash and a slip of a woman?”

The middle-aged man was so petrified that he could not offer any objection.

Several minutes later, he turned to Timothy and reported, “I can’t reach them, Mr. Turner.”

Snorting, Timothy spat, “Continue calling until you get through to them! If they can’t even manage to capture those two with over three thousand men, they would be better off dead!”

“Understood, Mr. Turner!”

At once, the middle-aged man in black took out his phone and continued calling.

Time ticked by, and the entire warehouse was eerily silent.

Just when Timothy’s patience was running thin, the middle-aged man abruptly cried out, “I managed to reach them, Mr. Turner!”

“Give me the phone!” Snatching the phone from him, Timothy bellowed into the phone with an icy expression on his face, “Where are you now? Have you captured that useless bum and Josephine?”

“Stop calling. I’ll be there very soon.”

Without warning, an unfamiliar voice drifted out of the phone. When Timothy heard that voice, his expression changed drastically. “Who are you?”