Charles shook his right hand and muttered, " It's been too long since I personally got involved, and it affected my control over the force. "
With a single slap, he terrified all the thugs present.
The one who fell was Mr. White's top henchman, a renowned fighter who could easily handle even a professional boxer with just a few moves.
But now, he was killed in an instant!
More importantly, the one who defeated him was a seemingly frail young man?!
"What the hell are you all doing? Hurry up and attack him!" one of the thugs who had been sitting in the passenger seat before suddenly shouted.
He did not expect this outcome, thinking that Mark had underestimated the enemy.
There were about six or seven thugs here, all armed.
Were they afraid of dealing with the young man in front of them?
Everyone immediately came to their senses. They wielded their weapons and rushed toward Charles.
Charles glanced at the thugs and raised his right hand again, and a barely visible white energy gathered in his palm.
He then swung his right hand and struck the nearest thug with force.
"Bang!"
That punch sent the burly thug flying several feet away.
The flash of white light disappeared in an instant, but it was effortlessly controlled by Charles.
In just a matter of moments, he effortlessly dealt with all the thugs at the scene.
The alley was filled with cries of despair, and the thug who had been sitting in the passenger seat before felt hopeless.
He had never imagined that a person could be so powerful.
Trembling, he wanted to escape in the car.
Charles had somehow arrived before him, reaching out and pulling him out of the car.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Well, Are you going to run away because you can't defeat me? "
The thug with red hair looked somewhat sleazy.
When he realized he couldn't escape, he immediately fell to his knees and pleaded, "Sir, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again!"
"Don't, don't you guys want to capture me? Tell me, who sent you?"
As Charles spoke, the invisible white light hidden in his palm disappeared once again.
That was inner energy, which Elder Hall had helped him awaken in prison.
It belonged to one of the ancient medical martial arts in the ancient arts sects.
After three years of rigorous training, Charles had reached a level where he could easily control and condense his inner energy.
In the words of Master Hall, he was already a grandmaster in the ancient arts sects.
So, dealing with a few thugs was a piece of cake.
The red-haired thug shook his head desperately and refused to reveal the mastermind behind it all.
He knew that doing so would mean death!
"Slap-"
Another slap landed, leaving the red-haired thug with a mouthful of blood.
This time, Charles intentionally held back some of his strength, as the opponent's physique would have surely led to hospitalization if hit with full force.
"You don't want to say it, right? Then I'll continue."
Charles was about to take action again when the red-haired thug preemptively said, "It's... It's Mr. White!"
"Mr. White? Brian White?"
Seeing the red-haired man nod his head frantically, a cold glint flashed across Charles's eyes.
He previously sent people to collect debts, and now, to catch him.
Charles really wanted to know where Brian White got his courage from.
He glanced at the van and walked straight up to remind her, "Drive and take me to your boss."
"Huh?" the red-haired thug was a bit dumbfounded. It was his first time seeing someone voluntarily walk into a trap.
While the red-haired thug was hesitating, Charles suddenly spoke, "Don't waste any time, or I won't mind ending another life by my hands."
The red-haired thug trembled and quickly got into the driver's seat.
But looking at his fallen companion on the ground in disarray, he asked in a low voice, "Sir, can... can I help them into the car?"
"What do you think?"
These simple words scared the red-haired thug, who quickly stepped on the accelerator.
…
Fargo Group, in an office building located in Starbain.
Brian, with a cigarette in his mouth, was playing with a premium jade pendant he had just bought in his office.
On his dusky face, one could see a hint of greasiness.
And his round belly, as if he had been pregnant for several months.
Not long after, someone knocked on the office door.
The voice was very hurried, which annoyed Brian.
He gestured for the person to come in, and as soon as he entered, he began to scold him, "I always tell you not to panic when anything happens. Are you all deaf?"
The subordinate quickly shook his head and said, "Mr. White, someone has intruded into the company!"
"Intruded into the company?" Brian was taken aback at first, then sneered, "There aren't many people these days who dare to give me trouble. Did he even mention his name?"
"He... He said his name is ... Charles Johnson..."
When Charles' name was mentioned, Brian felt somewhat surprised.
He thought the intruder, like him, was a prominent figure in the underground forces.
He didn't expect it to be such an insignificant guy.
"Damn it, just throw him out. Is it necessary to bring that kind of person to me?"
Brian was annoyed, but the subordinate quickly waved his hand and said, "Eh, Mr. White, it's just that this guy..."
Before the subordinate could finish his sentence, Charles walked into the office.
Then, he casually took out a bank card from his pocket and slapped it on the table.
Brian was a bit puzzled, wondering how this guy managed to get past all the bodyguards in the company.
He was about to ask his subordinate when Charles simply sat down in the chair opposite, completely ignoring Brian.
"Aren't you asking us to pay back the money? There's 500,000 dollars in this card, more than enough, right?"
At the mention of 500,000 dollars, Brian's eyes lit up.
He was quite greedy, always thinking about money.
He stared straight at the bank card and asked, "You want to settle this matter with money? Don't forget that you've offended Mr. Lewis, the master of the Lewis family."
When Mr. Lewis was mentioned, Charles realized that the mastermind behind it all was that idiot.
It seemed that he had figured out the reason for his impotent and wanted to retaliate against Charles.
Charles shook his head and smiled, "Did Tess Brown borrow 100,000 dollars from you?"
Brian had just sent people to collect the debt today, so how could he forget?
But the people he sent out hadn't returned yet.
"Who are you?"
Faced with Brian's question, Charles reached out and placed the card in front of him, "Tess Brown is my mother. Will this 500,000 dollars be enough?"
"I see." Brian suddenly realized.
He glanced at the bank card on the table and reached out to take it.
Bang!
Charles seized the opportunity and took out a silver needle, piercing it through Brian's hand.
A piercing scream instantly filled the entire office!
Brian immediately shouted, "Anybody there? Are you all f*cking stupid? Can't you see that I'm being attacked?"
However, except for the thug at the door who was dumbfounded, all the other employees were unconscious.
Charles grinned. "Stop shouting. They're all lying unconsciously on the ground."
"Lying... Lying unconsciously?"
Brian couldn't believe it. He continued shouting until he realized that no one was coming in.
He finally grasped the seriousness of the situation.
Brian's face turned pale, sweat pouring down his forehead, and he asked, "How many people did you bring with you?"
"Bring people? Sorry, I'm used to working alone and don't like doing things with others."
Charles said as he clenched the silver needle in his hand, causing Brian's facial expression to twist in pain.
"Do you know the consequences of provoking me?!"
"Consequences?"
Charles sighed. "It seems like you still haven't recognized reality."
He put the bank card back in his pocket casually and asked, "I have a question. What relationship between Mathew White and you?"
Brian's eyes suddenly widened as he exclaimed, "You know my great-grandfather?!"
Charles had helped many people in the Mount No.1 Prison with the medical techniques that Elder Hall had given him.
Elder White was one of those people he had helped.
Back then, Elder White had told him that he could contact the White family at any time if he encountered any danger after going out.
Therefore, he came over personally with the attitude of giving it a try.
He did not expect that it was really that White family.
"Not only did I know your great-grandfather, but I also drank with him. We are sworn brothers. So according to the manner, what should you address me?"