Winner Takes All novel Chapter 96

Sneering.

Mr. Ward looked at Drago disdainfully.

He seemed to be a man standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking the ants at the foot of the mountain.

Drago was shocked out of rage.His pale face looked twisted.

The solemn mourning hall had turned into a melee in the blink of an eye.

What made him even crazier was none of his henchmen could defeat them!

Though it was a group fight but in fact, Brent was the only one paving his way out of the crowd. None of the henchmen was able to step in.

His combat power crept Drago out.

Most importantly, a more terrifying idea emerged in his mind.

He was terrified by the idea. His body was shaking out of fear.

He ignored Mr. Ward’s words.

Instead, he looked at Brent rampaging in the crowd in panic.

He knew how much energy it takes to train a good henchman.

But Brent was not a henchman!

He was a tiger, or even a mad dragon!

No one in this city could handle such power.

No one was strong enough to make him follow the lead.

"Well?"

Mr. Ward asked softly.

The words scared Drago badly like a thunder.

His body trembled, while looking at Mr. Ward and Jack in horror.

"You. No, I mean all of you. Who the hell are you?"

He didn't even notice that his voice was already trembling when he asked the question.

His body trembled even after having great power for many years.

He couldn't imagine.

When did such a tough guy come to this city!

Wasn’t Jack just a vice president of Aiden’s company a while ago, according to the intel?

"Someone you can't afford to mess with!"

Jack said coldly.

Drago looked in a trance.

He was looking down to Jack's words just now, but now he doesn’t have any doubts.

Bang!

The last henchman was knocked down by Brent.

Brent moved his shoulders and walked to Jack, "Master, I have taken care of everything."

Taken care of?!

Lone Wolf was dumbfounded.

So was Drago.

Only Jack said with a faint smile. "Seemed a bit slower than before."

He had asked Brent before during the training.

When Brent was the mercenary king, and it took him five minutes, at the same scene!

Obviously, he was battling with a group of mercenaries.

As for Drago’s henchmen, they were not even qualified to battle with those mercenaries.

No doubt, it took less time.

Brent chuckled, "I was going to finish it in one minute. But I was slowed down by 30 seconds because of my injury."

Lone Wolf was shocked.

One minute and thirty seconds, knocking over dozens of henchmen, and that was too slow?

Drago was even more shocked. His facial features looked twisted.

Brent's answer seemed to be an invisible big hand, pressing him into the abyss of fear.

The solemnity was restored again in the mourning hall.

The only difference was there were dozens of henchmen lying on the ground wailing in pain.

What a mess.