The Supreme Man: Took Everything in Power

Chapter 816 Get the Hell Down From There!

The mighty and powerful roar came from Adrian.

His voice was filled with ferocious energy, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

Even Bronte instinctively shut up and dared not continue shouting at Baron.

Jake also suddenly stopped his attack, inexplicably asking, "Mr. Adrian! What's wrong? A few more moves, and I can defeat this kid!"

Bronte also wondered, "Yeah, Mr. Adrian, what's going on?"

"Get the hell down from there!" Adrian waved his hand forcefully as he ordered Jake.

"Mr. Adrian, this kid—" This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Without waiting for Jake to continue, Adrian shouted loudly, "I told you to get the hell down! Is my command not clear enough?!"

Seeing that the patriarch was getting angry, Jake didn't dare to say anything more and reluctantly jumped down from the stage.

The inexplicable scene also baffled Kingsley.

He had been refraining from using his grim reaper aura to probe whether Jake knew about his martial arts.

If he had used his aura to disrupt the opponent's concentration, the outcome might still be uncertain. However, outsiders were unaware of this, and in their eyes, Jake was guaranteed to win. So why did Adrian suddenly call a halt when victory seemed assured?

While Kingsley was still wondering, Adrian stood up from his chair and shouted loudly, "K-Kingsley, I have something to ask you!"

At the same time, Kingsley also noticed Wendell lying on the ground.

He had been completely focused on his fight with Jake and hadn't noticed what was happening below the platform.

The sound of the gunshots hadn't distracted him either, for he was all too familiar with the sound of gunshots.

A single gunshot was not enough to affect his emotional state, which was why he had seized the opportunity during those split seconds to turn the tables.

"Kingsley, I—"

Without waiting for Adrian to finish his sentence, Kingsley jumped down from the stage.

"Mr. Martin!"

He completely ignored Adrian.

"What happened, Mr. Howe?"

Kingsley approached Wendell, crouched down, and placed his fingers on the latter's pulse. He asked Baron, "What happened to him? How did he sustain such a serious injury?!"

Baron, with bloodshot eyes, pointed at Bronte. "Wendell was worried when he saw you were in a tough spot, so he wanted to shoot, but this guy gave him a punch…"

"I see." A hint of coldness flashed across Kingsley's eyes. His voice turned grim as he said just one sentence without further explanation.

But if warriors from Coliree Island were present, they would know that the God of War was in a state of extreme anger.

The situation had last occurred when Warren sacrificed himself to shield Kingsley from a gunshot.

Kingsley's two fingers repeatedly pressed on Wendell Martin's body several times. He said in a deep voice, "I have temporarily saved his life. He has to be taken to the hospital immediately! With timely treatment, he won't be in life-threatening danger."

"Alright, alright…" Baron finally relaxed and immediately beckoned to the members of the Black Fist Gang nearby. "Come, escort Mr. Martin to the hospital, all of you! Right now!"

Kingsley added, "Take him to the nearest Hill Crest Hospital. Once you arrive, go to the cardiology department and ask for Dr. Kramer. Tell her you're my friend."

"Yes!"

The gang members acknowledged and immediately lifted Wendell, rushing him out.

Wendell was known for his sense of justice, and the members of the Black Fist Gang members held him in high regard. So, when Baron gave the order, around forty to fifty gang members spontaneously rushed forward and joined the group carrying Wendell, running out together!

After seeing Wendell away, Kingsley slowly stood up and looked coldly at Bronte. "We'll settle this matter together later."

"Settle what?" Bronte questioned stubbornly. "He ambushed underhandedly, and you want to talk about settling scores?!"

"Shut up!" Adrian interjected before Kingsley could speak up. "Bronte, don't be insolent!"