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Chapter 240 - 240: 234: Who Dares to Touch Our Young Master (Part 2)

With a low “hum”, a sudden surge of roaring engine sounds echoed, and everyone’s gaze automatically shifted towards the direction of the sound. They saw that on both sides of the road, a number of car lights suddenly appeared. Thereafter, these cars sped towards them at frighteningly fast speeds. The bodyguards who had been surrounding Finn Lewis also halted their movements to look outside.

Very quickly, in less than twenty seconds, a dozen or so vehicles coming from both sides of the road directly blocked the entire road. These cars stopped less than twenty meters away from the vehicles of Yves King and his men who surrounded Finn Lewis. Then, the sound of car doors opening one after the other could be heard.

The massive car lights glowed mutually, from the direction of Finn Lewis and his team, it was impossible to see clearly who these people were. However, when the person in the lead vehicle alighted, a familiar voice rang out that Finn Lewis recognized instantly, “I would love to see, who dares to touch our young master? Who has the audacity to send our young master to the hospital for three months?”

It was Jay Sommer! Finn Lewis hadn’t thought that Jay Sommer would be the one leading the team. But, upon thinking about it, it made sense. It was inappropriate for Fishy Wells and others to step forward, and Jay Sommer was the only advanced robot nearby. This young master wasn’t referring to Yves King, so the bodyguards surrounding Yves King immediately grouped around him, carefully observing the people coming in from the outside.

Jay Sommer walked out from behind the car lights into the light, revealing her petite and slender figure. As she walked around the bodyguards of Yves King, she still held a nefarious smile on her face, and said lightly, “I heard that you want to harm our young master?”

With Jay Sommer’s words, a uniform rhythmic sound of running resounded. Quickly, an equal number of uniformly dressed tall men in black surrounded them, forming a circle. When these tall men completed their encirclement, the bodyguards around Yves King drew in a breath.

Accompanying the actions of these black-clad men was the uniform sound of cocking their rifles. Looking at the standard weapons that should be from the North Federation’s army held by these tall men, and the pistols they had on their waists, these men were not wearing just black clothes; they wore uniform-like attire similar to that of specialized police.

Some of the bodyguards for Yves King even noticed that a few of the black-clad men in uniform were holding heavy weapons; the familiar looking six-barreled Gatling machine guns that each of them recognized. Upon seeing the ammo rack at the back of the machine gun, sweat beads started pouring from all of Yves King’s bodyguards.

Everyone was screaming inside their heads, “Who are these people? This is Flame Nation territory! This isn’t supposed to happen! How did these weapons get here? Who exactly are these people?!” Brian Barry, the burly man, was particularly nervous. The situation was beyond tense. Although they had weapons, they simply had a few pistols, which paled in comparison.

How could it even be a competition? This was like children in the presence of adults! “I…” Yves King was scared too. Even though he was spoiled, he wasn’t completely clueless. The audacity these people showed in deploying such heavy firepower so openly made it clear who these people were. One would know how terrifying their background was without even thinking about it.

Moreover, all of the weapons and equipment these men carried were military-grade, making them fugitives! Yves King was audacious because his family held status, but being audacious in the presence of these fugitives… that was suicide. Clearly, Yves King wasn’t out of his mind.

However, Yves King was still startled by this situation. As Yves King was about to say a few words, his body barely moved, and then a crisp gunshot rang out. Right beside Yves King’s foot, a deep black hole emerged with smoke billowing out of it.

“Don’t forget not to move, okay? Outside there are more than a dozen snipers aiming at your heads. If you move recklessly and cause any unnecessary trouble…” Jay Sommer’s tender voice sounded, but to Yves King and his bodyguards, it sounded like the voice of a devil.

Brian Barry was startled, his body shivering. Having served as a bodyguard for the King family, and even as a security investment, Brian Barry had been on the battlefield. Although he was a mercenary, he had seen bloodshed. Having come from the battlefield, Brian Barry held a unique sense of danger. It felt as if he was being watched by a venomous snake, his skin tingling but unable to

move.

Because ninety-nine percent of what that woman just said was true. That gunshot didn’t come from the black-clad men surrounding them, but from the outer ring. Meaning, every person’s head was probably surrounded by a sniper rifle.

Jay Sommer directly walked into the circle, when she got to a few bodyguards that blocked her path, she directly shoved them aside, completely ignoring the potential threat they could pose. However, none of them dared to move, even if their postures were awkward.

Entering the circle, Jay Sommer walked up to Finn Lewis, performed a noble salute and gently said, “Young Master, we’re late.”

Finn wanted to burst into laughter. He was flattered! The feeling was beyond description, truly exhilarating! He patted Jay Siommer’s fair cheeks and said, “You’re not late. You’re right on time. I was feeling a bit down today, so I thought of having some fun.”

With that, Finn strutted towards Yves King’s guarded circle. Amidst the five bodyguards was Brian, a young bodyguard. Finn smirked, and then reached a spot where Yves could see him, smiling he asked, “Still want me hospitalized for three months?”

“Mr…Mr. Lewis…this…it’s all a misunderstanding,” stuttered Brian with his face stiff, “now even a fool would know why they’d driven all the way to this desolate suburb. Look at the men around them! Look at the weapons they’re holding! We are just bodyguards, not soldiers! Even in chaotic Africa, these

weapons make them formidable mercenaries.”

“A misunderstanding? Really?” Finn turned to look at Yves deep within the circle.

The color drained from Yves’s face, alternating between shades of green and white. On hearing Finn’s question, he vigorously nodded, “Misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding.” The shot that had struck near his foot had terrified him. Never in his life had he experienced such a situation. True, he had seen weapons, but never aimed at his head by dozens of guns!

And there were snipers at a distance! The looming threat of death accelerated his heartbeat, a hint of urinate in his underpants. Hearing Finn’s question, all his prior arrogance vanished. He felt terrified, wishing to return home immediately.

“But I don’t think it’s a misunderstanding. I am a reasonable man. Didn’t you just say you’d like to break my hand? And gave me a bank card with two million on it? Sorry to break it to you, but the habit of flaunting wealth is not yours alone. And I am used to doubling the amount! So, Jay Sommer, do you have the money?” Finn turned back and directly asked.

With a snap of his fingers, Jay Sommer called someone and soon, a big man walked in carrying two parcels. Throwing them onto the ground, they opened to reveal bundles of Flame Nation coins.

“Young Master, it’s four million,” reported Jay Sommer respectfully from behind Finn.

“Excellent, so would you like to break both your hands yourself? Or let my men do it?” Finn looked at Yves in the crowd and asked.

“Mr. Lewis…” Brian took a step forward to interrupt.

But before he could finish, a gunshot rang out and Brian was hit. Although he stumbled, he was stiff and let out a fierce hum. The bodyguards around him immediately supported him. Surprised, Finn turned around to see Jay holding a pistol.

“What are you doing?! Who said you could play with this?” Finn managed to say, still in shock, as he took the gun from Jay, reassuringly smiled at Yves, and walked toward him.

“Please let me live, spare me, I was wrong, I was wrong!” Finn’s face scared Yves. To him, Finn seemed nothing less than a demon, a frank demon. Accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle, the reality of a hostile encounter was dreadful. Willing to shoot without any hesitation, they didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. Even if they had not aimed for life, the confidence to shoot was terrifying.

And irrespective of where it was aimed at, Yves did not have the courage to bear it.

“Mr. Lewis, Mr. Lewis, we were wrong. Please reconsider, even if you kill us all, you cannot escape the implications. Yves’ father is one of the top-ranking officials in the neighboring province, and his uncles are also high-ranking people, Mr. Lewis,” cried Brian, the bodyguard who had been shot in the leg..