Barrett Walker heard the man's self-introduction and raised an eyebrow slightly, suspecting that today's matter might not be so simple. Nevertheless, regardless of any conspiracy, today's issues will be resolved once and for all. With this in mind, Barrett Walker sent a message to Darcy Parker: "Today, I will take care of the Mo Shilaud gang in the city center and begin the battle for university city dominance. I will consolidate all fighting forces. When I return, I do not want to see any disorderly gangs in the university city."
The phrase is extremely domineering!
The Godslayer Gang in the east of the city has been engaged in continuous battles with the most powerful gang in the city center. With Barrett Walker's continuous intervention, the Godslayer Gang has managed to stand firm in the east. However, Barrett Walker has become the biggest thorn in Mo Shilaud's side in the city center gang. He is eager to find an opportunity to take care of Barrett Walker. However, because Barrett Walker is currently in the limelight and is a leading figure in the War God Academy, they dare not attempt an assassination. But now that Barrett Walker has become a federal enemy, even the entire university city is constantly reporting on Barrett Walker's actions. A spy in the Imperial Empire has informed him that Barrett Walker will be a guest at the Imperial Empire in the city center tonight, which is his stronghold. Despite the risk of offending the Imperial Empire's forces, he plans to take care of Barrett Walker in one fell swoop. If successful, the Godslayer Gang will be left without its main support, and he will be able to unify the entire university city. He will no longer fear the Imperial Empire and will have a firm grip on the situation. It's a grand plan indeed!
What made him even happier was the realization that Barrett Walker had so many women, each more beautiful than the next! They were all rare beauties in the world. This filled him with intense jealousy, and his eyes were filled with infatuation as he reached out to touch Laurie Brown's face, wanting to see just how tender her skin really was.
"Seeking death!" After sending the message, Barrett Walker looked up and saw Mo Shilaud's inappropriate gesture towards Laurie Brown. Although he didn't get along with Laurie Brown, he couldn't tolerate such behavior. Grabbing the chair he was sitting on, he hurled it towards Mo Shilaud, the wind whistling as it flew at an incredible speed.
Mo Shilaud didn't move, but the hand that was reaching out stopped and held onto his head. Suddenly, two men rushed in behind him. One of them raised his leg high and brought it down like an axe, shattering the wooden chair to pieces. The other moved like a nimble monkey, with incredible jumping ability. He jumped onto the table, grabbed chopsticks, and aimed for Barrett Walker's eye.
"What a waste of a good meal!" This thought flashed through Barrett Walker's mind as he kicked the table below him. The table, along with the man on it, flipped over. Barrett Walker then delivered a powerful kick, shattering the table and sending the man flying into the air like the angry bird in the game, before crashing into the ceiling and falling to the ground, unconscious.
By this time, several people had moved to the side and were watching the men at the door. Barrett Walker spoke softly, "I didn't expect someone to send me off before I left."
"Useless! Hmph! It looks like you're a little more powerful, Lo Ruer." Mo Shilaud looked at the man who had been taken care of by Barrett Walker, then spat, and patted the tall, skinny man next to him. The man's eyes were almost squinted, with a round face full of acne, making him look extremely odd.
"Hmph! I've always said that our clan is the most powerful in the entire universe. Now I'll show you what real martial arts are, not some so-called ballet on feet!" He sneered at Mo Shilaud, who was about 5'6" tall, and took a step forward, standing on a stool and looking down at Barrett Walker with disdain in his eyes.
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Listening to the big stick's words, Barrett Walker almost laughed. If these big sticks weren't taught a lesson, they wouldn't know what shame is! Shaking his head at him, he said, "The most powerful in the entire universe? Do you believe I can defeat you with just one finger?"
"Ah! How dare you insult my great stick race, you're dead!" He roared, his body moving rapidly, gracefully spinning in the air! It was actually much more impressive than ballet. He spun into the air and then swiftly lashed out with one leg like a whip.
Barrett Walker shook his head in disbelief, watching as the people around him were flying through the air. It was like they were rootless trees, lacking the depth and heritage of the ancient Chinese agricultural techniques. This dance dared to compare itself to the 5,000 years of Chinese civilization, revealing a distinct lack of substance. However, this individual was truly contradictory, perhaps a hybrid breed! Only such a being could survive the radiation of the apocalypse, unlike the resourceful Chinese people, who could thrive in even the harshest environments.
Barrett Walker shifted slightly, suddenly close to the figure of Lorrell, which appeared to be full of openings to him. There were so many weaknesses that he didn't know where to begin. His eyes seemed too vicious, his temples even more so. Maybe it would be best to just slap him with a big hand and be done with it!
With a resounding slap, Lorrell was knocked to the ground, muttering before losing consciousness, "The Chinese are cunning, so shameless!"
"Damn it, I've wasted my money on worthless individuals! Attack! Kill them for me," Mosh Lord angrily shouted, quickly retreating as the hulking figures in black rushed forward.
However, as Mosh Lord retreated, Barrett Walker caught hold of him, saying, "Your survival depends on your own actions." With a toss, he threw the small Mosh Lord out the window.
Watching the hulking figures rushing in, Barrett Walker smiled slightly, a smile that was both innocent and mischievous, like a child smiling at another child holding a lollipop, except this child was smiling purely to deceive the other and steal the lollipop. Barrett Walker wasn't trying to deceive these people, but he was pleased to have effortlessly resolved a difficult situation. Catching a punch from one of the men, he grabbed the man's wrist and with a sudden force, sent him spinning like a fan, sweeping through the crowd with a sense of satisfaction.
Releasing the dazed man, Barrett Walker looked at the men who hesitated to enter the room, then rushed forward, grabbing one man by the neck and throwing him into the crowd. The crowd erupted into chaos, and the men charged at Barrett Walker without hesitation.
"Truly loyal, aren't they?" But these people were like moths to a flame when faced with Barrett Walker, who fought with gusto, swiftly subduing them with a few punches and kicks. The commotion had become quite noisy, and the people who could afford to dine on the top floor came out of their private rooms, pointing and whispering at the beaten figures in the corridor.
"What are you looking at? Go back and eat your food," Barrett Walker, now somewhat domineering, said to the onlookers.
"Hmph! I am the chief of police in this university town. How dare you act so recklessly in front of me and so many guests," the police chief, who was brought in by Mosh Lord to make a scene, said, but seeing Barrett Walker's appearance and his high combat power, he stammered, clearly regretting speaking out.
"Exactly! You're right, but unfortunately there's no reward!" Barrett Walker showed a helpless expression, looking at the man in police uniform and the extraordinary figures behind him. Barrett Walker didn't want to know who these people were or what their purpose was. He stepped forward and, with a flick, produced a loud cracking sound as the police chief's forehead turned a bright red. Barrett Walker smirked and said softly in his ear, "This is you, using taxpayers' money but not daring to enforce the law. Now get out of here!"
"Hey! Who are you? How dare you be so brazen! Apologize immediately!"
"Yes! You dare to strike Commissioner Bruce's head. You must not want to live."
Barrett Walker took a step back to better observe the angry expressions of these 'higher-ups', then smiled and said, "Oh, you know how to stand up for justice!" He patted Commissioner Bruce's shoulder, then said, "As the victim, how do you intend to handle this?"
The Director Bru really had some knowledge of the background of Barrett Walker, who is truly a cold-blooded demon! Matricide, fratricide, federal enemy – all these people lying down before him, and if he took a disliking to me, what would I do if he killed me? I immediately broke out in a cold sweat and said, "I'm sorry, I won't dare to do it again." Then, feeling ashamed, I slinked away.