King's Awakening

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Won’t There be a Single Journalist Showing Up?

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The conference hall of Wenx Hotel.

Three to four dozen burly men, upon receiving their command, swarmed towards White Mitchell like a hive of bees.

The rowdy burly men, filled with arrogance and swagger, were clearly not ones to be trifled with.

Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but worry for White Mitchell.

In their eyes, White Mitchell only had himself, no matter how strong he was, two fists couldn’t overpower four, let alone now he was against thirty or forty pairs of hands.

Not to mention, even if each person just gave one punch, it wouldn’t be something an ordinary person can fend off.

Furthermore, this gang of tough guys was clearly seasoned hoodlums who made their living amidst society’s dregs, their fights were always more ferocious than an average person’s.

“Brother, be careful!” A now alert Sherry Jones urgently warned, her beautiful face filled with anxiety.

Yet at this time, a serene look still remained on White Mitchell’s face, he even managed to cast a reassuring look at Sherry amidst her warning.

“Heh, heh Seeking death!”

The ring leader who had just gotten up taunted with a cold mocking smile, then he too threw himself into the fray targeting White Mitchell.

At that moment, seven or eight of the men who were closest to White Mitchell swung their fists without a single reserve, all targeting Mitchell.

Seven or eight men, a dozen fists, no ordinary man could withstand the onslaught.

Some people on the side of Jones Group couldn’t bear to watch White Mitchell get attacked, so they shut their eyes, their faces etched with terror and wariness.

Yet at this moment, White Mitchell withdrew his gaze from Sherry.

Then his demeanor changed drastically.

The aura forged in battle and blood surged once more, his momentum skyrocketed instantly.

“Scram!”

A thunderous order, enough to send an involuntary shudder down the spines of the men who were rushing forward.

Following this, White Mitchell darted forward like an arrow, appearing in front of one of the men in a flash.

Whoosh!

Upon seeing White Mitchell appear like a ghost, the man’s pupils constricted suddenly, a surge of inexplicable fear washed over him as he instinctively tried to block.

However, before he could even complete his move, White Mitchell’s iron fist landed on him.

Boom!

This instant, it was as if a bomb detonated on the spot, a loud explosion resonating throughout.

What

Before the crowd had a chance to see what happened, they saw a dozen men knocked to the ground, their faces contorted in agony, one after another, like dominoes falling.

Hiss!

A series of sharp intakes of breath echoed throughout the conference hall, the atmosphere taking on an eerie undertone.

“Is Is this a human!?”

Everyone was dumbstruck, uttering words of amazement from their hearts. Their faces seemed to be frozen, not showing any movement.

Strong!

So powerful that it was unbelievable that a single person could unleash such strength!

In everyone’s eyes, the White Mitchell at that moment seemed like a god descending from heaven, incredibly fierce!

Meanwhile, White Mitchell on the scene didn’t stop his movements. After a swift turn, he threw yet another punch with great force.

With a thud, another burly man was unable to dodge and bore the brunt of the punch.

A spray of fresh blood gushed from his mouth; his body, like a severed kite, flew backward and crashed into seven or eight men.

Whoosh!

The hit men felt as if all their bones had shattered, as though what crushed them was not a man but a freaking ton-heavy boulder.

In an instant, seven or eight men fell down, writhing on the ground in agony.

Just two punches took out more than half of the opponents, leaving the rest of the time as White Mitchell’s one-man show.

These burly men, initially fierce and terrifying, were like feeble chicks against White Mitchell.

In less than a minute, all of them fell at White Mitchell’s feet, none left standing.

At that moment, in everyone’s eyes, White Mitchell was a War God, daunting and intimidating, his gaze too intimidating to meet directly.

“Are are… are you a man or a ghost?!”

Out of the three or four dozen burly guys, the only one left was the one first sent flying backward by White Mitchell’s chair swing.

However, he lost his initial swagger.

He looked at White Mitchell with a fearful expression, as if he were staring at the grim reaper standing before him, a sense of despair filling his nostrils.

He felt fear. At this moment, he was truly afraid.

He believed his life hung in the balance of White Mitchell’s decision, that White could kill him on the spot if he chose to.

With this thought, his spirit broke. He fell to his knees in front of White Mitchell and pleaded, “Big big bro, I surrender, I surrender. I dare not do it again ”

Facing his pleas, White Mitchell showed no signs of mercy. He grabbed him like a chick and threw him ruthlessly into the coffin.

With a large thud, the coffin burst into pieces, followed by the man’s pig-like cries.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s hearts trembled, too shocked to react.

“How you ruined them earlier, now arrange them back correctly. If there is one chair missing, I will break your arm!” White Mitchell commanded coldly. His words were the absolute voice of authority for those men.

They painfully stood up despite their beaten condition, embarrassingly tidied up the place with no room for slacking.

Soon, the place had been restored. The leading man, aided by others, walked tremblingly before White Mitchell, “Big big brother, we we have done it. Can can we leave now?”

After saying these words, the leader glared fiercely at Ryan, making him shiver with fright. Ryan turned away quickly, not wanting White Mitchell to spot him.

“Leave?”

Upon hearing the words, White Mitchell smirked coldly, “Take your broken coffin and kneel at the gate. If I find even one man missing, none of you will survive.”

Whoosh!

Hearing these words, a bitter look appeared on the faces of the men, making them even more uncomfortable.

But they had no choice but to obey White Mitchell’s command. So, soon all the troublemakers dutifully walked to the gate and knelt down.

At this time, people like Will Jones, who had planned to ridicule Sherry Jones, sat there without a word, their faces green with anger.

“Brother, are you okay?” After the situation calmed down, Sherry Jones hurried to White Mitchell’s side, worried he might be hurt.

White Mitchell, hearing her words, immediately lost his aggressive aura. A comforting smile appeared on his face, “I’m fine. These people can’t hurt your brother.”

Upon hearing these words, Sherry Jones sighed with relief. At this moment, White Mitchell glanced at Will Jones and others and asked casually, “Do you want me to kick these flies out?”

Sherry Jones glanced at Will Jones and others, checked the time and shook her head, “Let it be. The reporters will be here soon. It won’t look good if they see all this.”

After hearing her words, White Mitchell gave Will Jones and his group a warning look.

Seeing White Mitchell’s challenging gaze, Will Jones was even more infuriated. He chuckled and said, “Heh you are waiting for the reporters to come? Let me tell you the truth. Today, not a single reporter will come! Your crappy press conference is bound to fail!”

You are good at fighting? What’s the use? The Jones Group will go bankrupt anyway! Better admit defeat now and apologize to Mr. Weiden! Otherwise, you won’t even know how you die!”