King’s Awakening - Chapter 193

Chapter 193: Dare a third-rate wealthy family make a fuss?

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Messiah Anderson was furious.

He was already at his wit’s end because Dominic Anderson had provoked a big shot, and now, Hans Weiden had been beaten up in his own territory.

Messiah Anderson could no longer suppress his inner rage. His tiger-like eyes were wide open, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

In the face of Messiah Anderson’s fury, the bystanders, one by one, tactfully lowered their heads. Some were even slowly preparing to leave, not wanting to be involved in today’s events.

After all, this was Messiah Anderson, the chairman of Thaw Mall, who controlled more than half of the shopping malls in Sayon, a man of billions, the real “man among men.”

These Xingdou City citizens couldn’t compare to him in the slightest, not even to his one toenail.

At this time, it was better to avoid trouble and leave this place of conflict as quickly as possible.

With this in mind, the crowd that had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed, not daring to linger.

At this moment, Sherry Jones, standing next to White Mitchell, had already turned pale in fright, standing there with a worried look across her face.

She was very aware of the strength of the Green Family and the Weiden Family, and now White Mitchell had offended these two powerful entities to protect her.

Sherry was really upset, feeling that she had dragged White Mitchell down.

But what’s done was done, self-blame was useless. She could only hurry and take White Mitchell away from this area of conflict.

With this intention, Sherry urgently whispered, “Brother, let’s leave quickly, otherwise, once the Green Family’s people discover us, we won’t be able to leave.”

She was genuinely worried for White Mitchell now.

After all, the man in front of them was Messiah Anderson, the actual head of the Green Family.

And, at this moment, beside Messiah Anderson, stood several imposing bodyguards. A glance would tell you that they were not to be messed with. They actually seemed even more formidable than the two bodyguards Hans Weiden had brought along.

If anything happened to White Mitchell here, she would never rest easy in her life.

With this thought in mind, the worry on Sherry’s face deepened even more. She even wished she could directly lift White Mitchell and leave.

But clearly, at this moment, they couldn’t leave just because they wanted to.

Besides, at this time, Hans Weiden, who was being supported by Messiah Anderson, had fixed his gaze on White Mitchell. His not yet healed hand pointed at White, and he said maliciously, “Uncle Thaw, that’s him, that son of a bitch!

Teach him a lesson for me! I want him dead with no place for burial!!!”

Hmm?

Messiah Anderson looked in the direction pointed by him and looked at White Mitchell, sizing him up.

At this moment, White Mitchell wore a plain white T-shirt and looked unremarkable. However, on his sculpted face, Messiah Anderson saw a calmness and composure that surpassed White’s age.

It was as if the people behind him were insignificant in White’s eyes. Or shall we say, they didn’t even catch his eye.

This was a strong confidence.

But where did he get such confidence from?

Could he be the big shot Bentley mentioned!?

With this thought, Messiah Anderson narrowed his eyes and his heart trembled slightly. He couldn’t help but ask Hans Weiden, “Mr. Weiden, who is this boy?

What’s his background? And how did he provoke you?”

Hearing this, a trace of displeasure appeared on Hans Weiden’s face. In his opinion, Messiah Anderson was being overly cautious. He himself was already in such a state, and Messiah Anderson was simply procrastinating, looking as timid as a mouse.

If the Weiden Family’s elites were still in Sayon, he would have crushed White Mitchell without relying on Messiah Anderson.

However, under the current circumstances, he had no choice but to ask Messiah Anderson to take action.

Thinking of this, Hans Weiden patiently explained White Mitchell’s background.

After hearing it, Messiah Anderson’s worried expression vanished completely, replaced by a contemptuous glare.

“A mere third-tier family dares to act arrogant here!? I must say, you brat must be tired of living!” Messiah Anderson snarled, his gaze fiercely fixed on White Mitchell.

At this moment in his eyes, White Mitchell was less significant than an insignificant ant. He could crush him without any effort.

Regardless of it being a third-tier noble family, even a second-tier noble family wouldn’t dare to jump around in front of a first-tier noble family like theirs.

How could martial prowess equate to the power of guns and artillery? At most, he was merely a Wu fu. He was simply not worth his attention.

Furthermore, given the present situation, the important figure Bentley spoke of could arrive at any moment.

If such a situation was seen by any big shot, wouldn’t they blame the Green Family for not even having the sincerity to apologize?

Thinking of this, Messiah Anderson became even more impatient to deal with White Mitchell as soon as possible.

“You guys go, break this brat’s hands and legs, bring him to Mr. Weiden and let him apologize in public!” Messiah Anderson casually ordered, showing no regard for White Mitchell.

At the moment, his entire mind was focused on the important figure Bentley had mentioned. He didn’t have time to bother with trivial matters like White Mitchell so he decided to ignore him completely.

After giving the order, Messiah Anderson personally helped Hans Weiden to the side, intending to send him to the hospital after dealing with White Mitchell, while he would stay here waiting for that important person.

Meanwhile, Hans Weiden couldn’t help but remind him, “Uncle Anderson, tell your bodyguards to be careful. This guy is not someone to be taken lightly.”

Upon hearing this, Messiah Anderson chuckled indifferently, “Don’t worry, my bodyguards are all Peak Martial Artists whom I’ve hired with a lot of money. They’re capable of handling several dozens, won’t have any problem at all with this insignificant brat. I’ve already called the doctor for you. You just sit back, enjoy the show, and then go to the hospital.”

Messiah Anderson didn’t take White Mitchell seriously at all and was silently escorting Hans to a nearby bench, but before he could even sit down, all the noise behind ceased after a few thumping sounds.

Hmm?

So quickly?

As expected, ants are just ants, unable to withstand a single blow!

Messiah Anderson smiled coldly, a mocking smile spread across his face, and then he slowly turned his head around.

But the moment he turned around, Messiah Anderson was rooted to the spot.

This…

Messiah Anderson was dumbfounded, completely petrified as if struck by lightning. The expression on his face was priceless.

Looking at the people fallen haphazardly on the ground, Messiah Anderson felt a chill in his spine.

Indeed, the problem was solved but it was White Mitchell who had beaten his bodyguards.

One should know that the bodyguards beside him were genuine Ancient Martial Strongmen, each one of them a Peak Martial Artist.

Although they were not as great as the legendary War Kings or War supreme-rulers, they were still capable of handling dozens of opponents.

And yet, these men, under the hand of White Mitchell, not only failed to gain an advantage, but were also knocked down in an instant?

What exactly happened? If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, he would have thought his bodyguards were acting.

“Uncle Anderson, didn’t I just warn you that this guy is not to be trifled with? Likely your bodyguards took it lightly.” Hans Weiden said from the side in a somewhat reproving tone.

This… this is called ‘not to be trifled with’?

This ‘not to be trifled with’ is more like steel reinforcements, sweeping will make one lose a layer of skin!

Messiah Anderson’s face turned ashen, his old face darkened to that of a pot’s bottom. What was worse, White Mitchell was now walking towards him step by step.