Winner Takes All

Chapter 96 Slapping Ants to Death with One Palm



Sneering.

Mr. Ward looked at Drago disdainfully.

He seemed to be a man standing on the top of a mountain, overlooking the ants at the foot of the mountain.

Drago was shocked out of rage. His pale face looked twisted.

The solemn mourning hall had turned into a melee in the blink of an eye.

What made him even crazier was none of his henchmen could defeat them!

Though it was a group fight but in fact, Brent was the only one paving his way out of the crowd. None of the henchmen was able to step in.

His combat power crept Drago out.

Most importantly, a more terrifying idea emerged in his mind.

He was terrified by the idea. His body was shaking out of fear.

He ignored Mr. Ward's words.

Instead, he looked at Brent rampaging in the crowd in panic.

He knew how much energy it takes to train a good henchman.

But Brent was not a henchman!

He was a tiger, or even a mad dragon!

No one in this city could handle such power.

No one was strong enough to make him follow the lead.

"Well?"

Mr. Ward asked softly.

The words scared Drago badly like a thunder.

His body trembled, while looking at Mr. Ward and Jack in horror.

"You. No, I mean all of you. Who the hell are you?"

He didn't even notice that his voice was already trembling when he asked the question.

His body trembled even after having great power for many years.

He couldn't imagine.

When did such a tough guy come to this city!

Wasn't Jack just a vice president of Aiden's company a while ago, according to the intel?

"Someone you can't afford to mess with!"

Jack said coldly.

Drago looked in a trance.

He was looking down to Jack's words just now, but now he doesn't have any doubts.

Bang!

The last henchman was knocked down by Brent.

Brent moved his shoulders and walked to Jack, "Master, I have taken care of everything."

Taken care of?!

Lone Wolf was dumbfounded.

So was Drago.

Only Jack said with a faint smile. "Seemed a bit slower than before."

He had asked Brent before during the training.

When Brent was the mercenary king, and it took him five minutes, at the same scene!

Obviously, he was battling with a group of mercenaries.

As for Drago's henchmen, they were not even qualified to battle with those mercenaries.

No doubt, it took less time.

Brent chuckled, "I was going to finish it in one minute. But I was slowed down by 30 seconds because of my injury."

Lone Wolf was shocked.

One minute and thirty seconds, knocking over dozens of henchmen, and that was too slow?

Drago was even more shocked. His facial features looked twisted.

Brent's answer seemed to be an invisible big hand, pressing him into the abyss of fear.

The solemnity was restored again in the mourning hall.

The only difference was there were dozens of henchmen lying on the ground wailing in pain.

What a mess.

Chou's family members were already shivering at a corner in fear.

Only Drago was standing still.

Jack walked slowly to Diego's coffin.From NôvelDrama.Org.

He gently patted the lid of the coffin and said. "Now, you still want me to put on the white cloth for him?"

He said softly, but his voice echoed in the hall.

Drago looked at Jack in horror, while whispering.

Before he could speak up.

Brent stepped forward, grabbed his neck and picked him up.

Suddenly, he felt suffocated.

Drago looked frightened and his face looked red.

The instinctive desire to survive made him struggle desperately. He tried to escape from Brent's both hands.

But Brent's hands were like iron bars, he couldn't break free!

"Ants like you, I can pinch to death with one hand."

Brent's tone was cold, "You are not even qualified to ask young master to wear the white cloth. It's overpowering!" Brent threw Drago to the ground.

He started breathing desperately after the pressure on his neck was gone.

The air was filled in his lungs again, which made him little less uncomfortable.

He couldn't care about dignity after the death threat.

He got up hurriedly, knelt on the ground, and banged his head heavily on the ground.

"I'm so sorry that I failed to recognize a great person. From now on, you would see me nowhere in the city. I swear!"

Jack sneered.

Mr. Ward said with a smile, "Young master, there's no need to tolerate nobodies. Slap them to death with one palm, and problem solved. You don't have to be afraid of him." Jack smiled, "Will do, Mr. Ward."

He did have fears and tolerance for Drago before.

But today, Mr. Ward taught him an interesting lesson.

He also learnt that those elites in the Hughes family were cold-blooded to human lives.

To them, perhaps it wasn't human lives, but just lives of ants!

Mr. Ward smiled meaningfully.

Just then, he walked slowly to Drago, "Want to live?"

The calm tone startled Drago.

Without any hesitation, Drago nodded hurriedly.

He knew he was in trouble. And judging from Mr. Ward's behavior from the start, he believed that he could kill him with one word.

So, he didn't dare to refuse.

"If you want to live, you have to pay for your life." Mr. Ward smiled.

Jack raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Just then he was stunned by Mr. Ward's words.

Mr. Ward squatted on the ground, as if stroking a pet, putting his right hand on top of Drago's head.

He then stopped smiling, looked serious and cold. Even Jack had never seen him like this before.

"Trade your life with 60% of your shares in Drago real estate agency."

Drago was completely in shock, looking at Mr. Ward with a pale face.

Drago Real Estate was founded by him with all his effort these years.

It was the second-largest real estate company in this city. It was among the best even compared with Aiden's company.

The market price of 60% of the shares was already sky-high!

More importantly, that was like taking control of Drago Real Estate!

Once surrendered, Drago Real Estate will be handed over to Jack. And as a former CEO, he will be working for Jack, as an employee.

"Since you started messing with young master, you had no room to struggle."

Mr. Ward squinted and smiled. "Or do you think your life is not worth 60% of your shares?"

Although he was smiling, everyone could feel the coldness exuding from him.

The entire mourning hall seemed to drop a few degrees in a few seconds.

After a few seconds of dead silence.

Drago's sad and painful voice resounded through the hall.

"I will do it."O


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