Chapter 200: Chapter 199 Escapeless_l

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If it had been before, Cesar Pendleton might have laughed out loud.

“Even if a Daluo Golden Immortal came, they wouldn’t be able to escape!”

But now, his hand holding the baton was trembling slightly, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead uncontrollably.

“You… what are you going to do…”

He staggered back a few steps, hiding behind his own entourage. But his followers were shaking just as much, without any intention of moving.

The fight between the two had just now been very clear to everyone; who would dare to act out of turn? “I’m warning you…”

“You’re warning me?”

Julius Reed interrupted Cesar Pendleton, smiling as he asked, ‘With just you, you think you’re fit to threaten me?”

That question left Cesar Pendleton speechless.

Indeed, now that Irving Harris had positioned himself against him, with just these few people, what waves could he possibly stir?

“Sever your legs yourself and crawl out from here!”

Julius Reed looked at him indifferently, adding coolly, “Not killing you is already a tremendous act of mercy on my part. You can try to resist, I assure you, you will regret it deeply.”

A blatant threat!

But Cesar Pendleton didn’t dare utter a single word of dissent.

This was the overwhelming force of strength!

“Brother Reed, I…”

“If you can’t bring yourself to do it, I can ask someone to help you.”

Julius Reed once again cut Cesar Pendleton off, pointing to one of the staff members next to him: “Help your boss out.”

The staff member glanced at Cesar Pendleton and stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move.

Breaking their boss’s legs wasn’t something to joke about!

Let alone the repercussions after this event, where Cesar Pendleton would seek revenge, just this act alone would be enough to burden him with a curse for life!

And his prospects would be thoroughly destroyed.

“Seems like he doesn’t listen to me.”

Seeing the staff member standing still, Julius Reed turned to Irving Harris with a smile.

“Shoo!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Irving Harris, who had been around the block for many years, raised his hand and a dart flew straight toward the staff member’s knee!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed as the staff member fell to his knees with veins bulging on his face and his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The rest of the people gasped, leaning back slightly.

“You!”

Julius Reed pointed at another man.

The moment he was pointed at, the man’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Boss, please…” Shoo!

“Ah… my arm!”

Before he could finish his plea, Irving Harris’s flying dart shot out, piercing straight through his arm!

Blood gushed out, instantly staining the staffer’s clothes red.

After the two darts, the others were filled with trepidation.

Irving Harris still showed some restraint; both shots were not aimed at vital points.

While effective for intimidation, they still allowed the two men to survive.

Although they’d inevitably be disabled in the future, it was still better than

dying.

“Call my people over, let’s not trouble the boss’s staff anymore.”

Irving Harris spoke up.

Having Cesar Pendleton’s own staff do this would likely leave them short on darts.

Inflicting harm on their own boss would stain them for life, a blemish impossible to wash away.

Reputation is often more important than life itself.

“Sure!”

Julius Reed nodded, smiling as he glanced at Cesar Pendleton.

If it hadn’t been for Quella Radcliffe’s kindheartedness, Cesar Pendleton might already be a dead man because of that previous incident.

But some people just don’t wise up, failing to cherish the chances they get and instead digging their own graves.

Then let him learn that dying is actually quite a luxury.

“Sigh!”

Irving Harris let out a long sigh and looked to the bodyguard on his right, “Jentzen, make it quick!”

“Yes!”

The man named Jentzen extended his hand and immediately someone handed him a stout iron rod.

“What are you going to do!”

Cesar Pendleton hid behind the crowd, clearly still harboring a sliver of hope.

“Mr. Harris! Do you really think he’ll let your family go? Stop dreaming! If you and I join forces today, we might stand a chance! If we fight among ourselves, he’ll easily take us both down!”

As he spoke, he took a few steps back and shouted, “After all these years, don’t you understand this simple truth?”

Since his people had arrived later than Irving Harris’s, he was closer to the exit.

Now, using the crowd as a cover, Cesar Pendleton intended to make his way to the door and escape!

If his legs were truly broken, he’d be no different from a cripple. How could he seek revenge then?

Jentzen weighed the iron rod in his hand but did not move.

His boss hadn’t made a final decision yet. Striking with the rod would mean complete enmity between the two families.

Irving Harris looked up at Julius Reed, then lowered his head and said in a deep voice, “Mr. Pendleton, I have no choice!”

He had been a hero all his life, but he couldn’t gamble with the lives of his wife and children.

“Master Pendleton, no offense!”

Jentzen took a deep breath, gripped the iron rod with one hand, and walked towards Cesar Pendleton.

Behind him, several employees followed closely.

“Stop them for me!”

Seeing Irving Harris determined to cripple him, Cesar Pendleton could only make a desperate attempt!

He wanted his employees to buy time so he could flee through the door!

Whoosh!

“Anyone who dares stand in my way will die!”

Irving Harris coldly watched Cesar Pendleton’s employees.

At the same time, the people behind him also readied themselves for action.

If any of the Taylor Family’s followers moved, they would immediately rush forward.

Under this threat, Cesar Pendleton’s people stood still, not moving an inch, allowing Jentzen and his group to pursue.

“Mr. Harris, I will remember this grudge!”

Cesar Pendleton, seeing the tide turn against him, immediately tried to run.

But how could Jentzen let him leave?

A dagger appeared in Jentzen’s hand out of nowhere, and as he ran forward, he tossed it accurately and it stabbed into Cesar Pendleton’s calf!

Cesar Pendleton stumbled and fell right at the entrance of the Pearl Water Mansion.

The shattered glass on the ground punctured his knees, covering them with wounds.

“Master Pendleton, we have our orders. Please understand!”

Jentzen motioned with his hand, and the employees behind him immediately went over and pinned Cesar Pendleton to the ground.

“If you dare touch me, I’ll kill you! In the Five-river Province, I, Cesar Pendleton, am not a vegetarian!”

Cesar Pendleton attempted one last struggle.

Now, all his men stood still, not even daring to turn around.

“Sorry about this!”

Jentzen narrowed his eyes, and the iron rod in his hand came crashing down hard!

Crack!

With one swing of the rod, Cesar Pendleton’s legs were instantly deformed, and he passed out.

By the looks of it, he would never stand again.

Even the most skilled doctor would likely be unable to save him.

Meanwhile, Miguel Abbott watched in horror.

A moment before, the situation seemed utterly disadvantageous, and now it had been reversed just like that?

His heart raced, and he felt somewhat unsteady on his feet.

Cesar Pendleton, a man of his stature, disposed of just like that.

Afterwards, everyone’s gaze settled on Irving Harris. With Cesar Pendleton’s legs wasted, what would become of him?