The Legendary Man novel Chapter 450

The Legendary Man Chapter 450

Incapable Of Killing Me

“Is your company responsible for Josiah’s death?” Jonathan asked while glaring at Misalov, his eyes blazing with murderous fury.

He added, “Did your country’s people not tell you that you Jetroinian mutts have no right to behave insolently here on Chanaean grounds?”

“F*ck you! Who are you calling a mutt?” Misalov flew into a rage.

“No, you’re worse than a mutt!” Something flickered in Jonathan’s eyes just then. A frosty killing intent manifested in the space, making it seem like everything had frozen in time.

“Go to hell!” Misalov roared.

Suddenly, a deafening bang broke out as a golden bullet shot ahead.

The bullet seemed slow when described, but at that instant, it pierced through the air ferociously.

All one could see was Jonathan’s hand flicking. Then, the bullet punctured his palm, but it lost control immediately and flew upward to the ceiling.

“Kill him now!” Misalov thundered at the top of his lungs.

“Yes, sir!” The burly men in black did not waste a second after receiving the order. They whipped out their weapons and charged at Jonathan.

Whoosh!

A piercing sound filled the air as the Heaven Sword swung in one swift motion. Following that, the bodyguards fell one after the other onto the ground, blood gushing from their necks.

Jonathan held his sword, standing tall with overwhelming pride and dignity, just like he did when defending Chanaea in the past.

“Remember this for the rest of your life. Don’t ever parade around as you please here in Chanaea again! This country isn’t a place where you heinous Jetroinians can cause trouble!”

Those words struck fear in the wide-eyed Misalov. He gulped anxiously, knowing that those burly men were elites trained by Salonius Corporation. An ordinary person could never best them in combat.

Yet, none of them managed to resist Jonathan’s attack, and all of them had now turned into corpses.

A chill crept into Misalov’s heart. At that point, he knew he had messed with the wrong person.

Glancing around warily, he then turned around in hopes of escaping.

However, another whoosh sounded as the Heaven Sword sliced through the air.

The noise resembled a roar from a bloodthirsty and starved dragon, the kind that one would hear in their nightmares.

Misalov’s calves got chopped off then and there. The cut was precise, leaving no bumps or jaggedness. It all happened so fast that Misalov could barely react, falling straight onto the ground.

“F*ck! How dare you hurt me? Salonius Corporation will never let you get away with this!”

Misalov bellowed while raising his fists. His dark eyes emitted a fiery hatred.

At the same time, Jonathan’s finger remained coiled around the sword’s hilt while his piercing gaze fixed on the former. “Salonius Corporation? That company is nothing in my eyes. Has no one told you how your fellow Jetroinians ran like cowardly mutts when I kicked them out of Chanaea back then?”

“Y-You’re lying! How could we, Jetroinians, be kicked out of here? They obviously left of their own volition, but you took credit for making them leave!” Even at a critical moment like this, Misalov insisted on his stubborn beliefs.

A loud scoff came from Jonathan. He did not want to waste any more time talking to Misalov.

Yet, just as he spoke, a loud rumbling sounded from outside. Dozens of black sedans immediately drove to the hotel, surrounding it and blocking off all access points.

Being the head of the four prominent families, Benson led his elite subordinates as they rushed to the scene.

“Don’t waste any more of my time, Logan. Kneel and surrender right now because it’s your last chance. If you comply, perhaps I’ll even leave your corpse untouched!” Benson stood at the forefront of his men, looking down on Logan while speaking.

“What did you say? Did I hear that right?” asked a bloodied Logan. With a cleaver in hand and dead bodies surrounding him, he looked like a demon coming straight out of hell. “I, Logan Griffin, will only kneel to the gods above and to Asura, but not you b*stards! Even if I die, I’m going to die standing proud!”

“Hah! Since you insist on dying, I shall grant your wish!” A grim look shrouded Benson’s face at that moment, the corner of his lips twisting contemptuously. “Kill him!”