The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 692 How Ironic

Just as Kingsley was pondering in his heart, Baron approached Wendell and chastised, "The experts you brought have all failed! Go back and tell Boss Jarett that the Black Fist Gang and Cole Gang will no longer have anything to do with each other! In the future, don't engage in these shameful tricks!"

Wendell was furious, but he dared not argue with Baron.

At this moment, among the Stewart Family's two top experts, one had a crippled right hand while the other had suffered internal injuries. Both had completely lost their combat power.

Moreover, the Black Fist Gang boxers were still looking at him fiercely.

Wendell felt his legs go weak, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

If those boxers came over to attack him, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to fight back and would be beaten to death on the spot.

The two Cole Gang disciples beside Wendell were trembling in fear. "What should we do now, Mr. Martin?"

"What should we do?" Wendell gulped. "We should go back and report to Jarett! Or do you plan to stay here and wait for death?"

After saying that, he looked at Zephyr and Bronte on the stage and cursed inwardly, D*mn it! Those two claimed to be descendants of some ancient martial arts family, but they ended up getting beaten up! What a bunch of losers!

Right then, Oscar and his men approached them with a menacing aura.

"You guys, get those two defeated generals out of here now. Or would you like us to do it for you, huh?"

Besides that, Oscar also wanted to cripple everyone in Wendell's group.

But the grudge between them and the Cole Gang would never end if they did that.

The Black Fist Gang didn't have the strength to contend with the Cole Gang.

So, all he could do was threaten them and drive them away.

Wendell was so intimidated by Oscar that his teeth were chattering. "Alright… We'll leave..."

Once he finished, he looked up at Zephyr and Bronte on the stage and shouted, "Mr. Stewart, let's go! We should return and report to Boss Jarett!"

However, his tone was no longer as respectful as before.

Bronte's face fell. "Zephyr, let's go."

"Cough, cough, cough... Let's go."

Zephyr nodded weakly and let Bronte support him as they walked down from the stage.

Watching him walk unsteadily, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The image of his agile figure leaping onto the stage just now was still vivid in their minds. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But now, he couldn't even get down the stage without someone supporting him.

It was such an ironic incident.

Just as Zephyr stepped onto the steps, Kingsley demanded coldly from behind him, "You have one week to bring your elders to visit me! The location... will be here, at the Supreme Boxing Gym!"

Zephyr paled, and he stopped in his tracks without turning around.

"Alright, since I've made a promise to you, I will fulfill it. I just hope you won't regret it."

But Bronte turned around and threatened, "Kid, you're choosing your own demise. If my elders do come here, I guarantee you won't be able to leave unscathed!"

Kingsley smiled faintly. "I'll be waiting for them."

Watching the five people who came here with great confidence now fleeing in embarrassment, everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter!

The members of the Black Fist Gang raised their heads proudly and chanted, "Boss Nicholson!"

"Boss Nicholson!"

"Boss Nicholson!"

At this point, the entire Black Fist Gang had already acknowledged Kingsley's formidable skills.

Kingsley's prestige in the Black Fist Gang even surpassed Baron's.

As for Baron, who had earned a fortune, he was now smiling and bowing to the audience.

"Everyone, you have all witnessed the strength of the Black Fist Gang! We will bring you even more exciting boxing matches in the future. However, due to today's unexpected incident, we need to have an internal reorganization. We hope that you can understand!"