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"Mr. Dell, you mean to say that although that little beast looks very powerful, he is no match for you guys, right?" Hearing the conversation between Cramsha and the others, Sucilia couldn't help but have a few wild jumps in her heart, how could she not expect that Wendell would be so powerful.

Especially when she saw how easily Wendell had beaten those two dozen wolf-like beaters into a rout, unable to even run away with just a single punch, and then he was beaten alive and fainted.

Wendell's movements were so fast that Sucilia couldn't see too clearly, but she could clearly see that Wendell was the only one standing tall in the whole field now, while everyone else was lying on the ground like dead dogs, not knowing whether they were dead or alive!

Moreover, when Wendell pa_sed by those people, he didn't even give them a second glance, obviously he had full confidence in his own methods and thought that anyone who was hit by himself would never be able to stand up in a short time, which was why he dared to ignore those people.

If this little beast is driven to desperation, he comes against herself……

When she thought of this, Sucilia could not help but have a hint of nervousness in her heart, and she could not help but open her mouth to ask Cramsha, hoping that she could get an answer that would satisfy her.

Before Cramsha could answer, the young man named Tupel, smilingly said, "Madam, please feel free to rest a_sured, that kid is indeed very powerful, but only relative to ordinary people, in our eyes, he is just so-so, not much of a threat."

"That's good, that's good……" Having received an affirmative answer, Sucilia finally couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

However, Wendell's terrifying stance and that fierce performance just now still made Sucilia's heart more or less scornful and could not be lingered.

However, Wendell ignored the thoughts of the others as he walked step by step towards the row of black Buicks on the street, a cold glint in his eyes.

Looking at that magnificent figure in the field with a hint of loneliness, at this instant, no one knows how many people could not breathe well and their hearts were scared.

Among them, the most fearful were Bremiel, who had been sitting inside the Buick, and Pomol, who was hiding on the first floor of the furniture city watching. These two people were already pale and shivering with fear.

When Bremiel saw that Wendell had ferociously put down the 20-odd fighters he had brought with him, using the most severe means, and was walking towards himself, his heart was beating violently, and he only felt his throat was dry and his mind was blank!

How could it be?! How is it possible?! How is it possible……

Bremiel's mind turned over and over with only these words, how could one person, still with bare hands and empty fists, beat two dozen fierce fighters? And so cleanly!

Was this still a human being?

Bremiel was so frightened that his liver and guts were splitting, and his eyes were wide as he stared at Wendell, who was walking towards him, and opened his mouth to shout, but he couldn't shout a word, only a few dry and meaningless syllables came out of his throat.

Seeing Wendell coming closer and closer, a strong fear swept over Bremiel's whole body in an instant.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Bremiel suddenly shouted out, "Drive!"

But no one responded.

Bremiel turned his head in horror and saw that the car door in front of him was open and the driver had long since run away in fear, leaving him alone in the car.

Boom!

Seeing his last hope of escape dashed, Bremiel almost collapsed. He looked to his left and right in a panic, but could not see half a person, not even a tool to defend himself.

Bremiel was almost in tears, his body was shivering and he didn't have that chance to drive away on his own. If he wanted to go to the driver's seat, he would have to get out of the car through the back door first and then quickly get into the driver's seat, and in between, it would take some time.

Ever since he witnessed Wendell's ghostly speed, Bremiel no longer dared to underestimate him, because he knew clearly how terrifying this young man, who was much more than himself, was!

What to do, what to do?

Bremiel was in a done panic, a dying struggle of fear to the extreme. Just through the car window, those people outside who were watching saw his expression and could not help but follow the fear, subconsciously taking a few steps backwards, afraid that Wendell would suddenly turn around and rush towards them.

Bremiel looked around in a panic for a weapon to defend himself, but came up empty-handed, his body was limp and he was completely at a loss. Suddenly, Bremiel froze, and he only felt his hand touch something hard, and a look of wild joy suddenly appeared on his face.

It was a pistol! It was a pistol!

Bremiel suddenly remembered that he had stolen the old man's pistol before he left because he was angry with the old man for not giving him the power to use the police, and he never thought that it would come in handy now.

Aren't your fists powerful? Can't you beat up two dozen people with one?

Well, let's see whether your fists are hard or the bullets are hard!

In his ecstasy, Bremiel even forgot to check if there were any bullets left in his gun, so he subconsciously pointed the gun at Wendell outside the car and was about to pull the trigger.

However, at this instant, Wendell suddenly bent down and smashed his fist on the ground so hard that the marble steps were cracked.

Wendell casually grabbed a piece of debris and slammed it towards the Buick.

Bang!

The stone hit the car window with unerring accuracy, smashing a big hole in the gla_s instantly. The stone, however, did not lose its momentum, and in the blink of an eye, it smashed into Bremiel's head.

The boulder was so strong that it hit Bremiel's head in the blink of an eye.

Bremiel only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and suddenly his body no longer had a trace of strength, and his pistol also fell to the ground.

Wendell shook his head slightly and after taking a look at the fainted Bremiel, he turned around and walked in the direction of Furniture City. Before turning around, his gaze, if anything, glanced at the first floor of the teahouse across the road, and a meaningful smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Wendell's departing back, Cramsha on the first floor of the teahouse, however, frowned, he had just found him?

None of the other three noticed that look from Wendell, but he saw it, no, to be precise, he should have felt it, it seemed to be a kind of intuition among experts.

Cramsha had a feeling that Wendell had definitely discovered himself.

From such a distance, even he himself, if he did not know beforehand, might not be able to detect that someone was looking at him from across the street, how did Wendell know?

Cramsha opened his mouth to remind his two senior brothers, but seeing their faces relaxed but with a glint of seriousness in their eyes, he shook his head slightly, forget it, the performance of Wendell just now had already made them start to pay attention to this kid, so there was no need to add to their psychological burden.

Wendell did know that someone was watching him from the opposite teahouse, he was not a reckless person, knowing that there were many people on the other side, he still dared to come out, he would naturally be doubly careful, just during the time he came out, he had already communicated with his intelligent brain, and urged the bio-current in his body to the limit speed, all acting on his eyes.

Within thirty metres of his surroundings, he could see through whatever was blocking him, and as for further distances, although his vision could not penetrate, he would have this hazy sensation.

If someone with a gun somewhere nearby tried to fire a cold shot, Wendell would definitely sense it telepathically. In fact, apart from being an instinct trained by his devil instructors, this was partly because the bio-current was fully activated, allowing him to hazily see into the distance.

It was because of this certainty that Wendell walked out of Furniture City alone, on the one hand to give a deterrent to those who had a mind to do so, and on the other hand, to fool certain people into thinking that this was all he was capable of.

Wendell obviously succeeded, he not only succeeded in making many people's hearts tremble, but also made others ‘see' his strength.

At this time, there was another person who was so terrified that he was almost scared out of his wits.

This person was none other than the manager of Furniture City, Pomol.

Seeing that Wendell had knocked down all those fighters and was walking towards the Furniture City like a fierce and vicious bandit, Pomol was already so scared that his face turned pale and his body was shivering.

What should I do?

The first thing that I did was to trick Wendell, so if I counted strictly, I was an accomplice!

He was so powerful that even those wolf-like tigers were beaten to death by him, could he stand up to his punch?

What's more, in his anger, how could he just punch himself?

The more Pomol thought about it, the more frightened he felt. In the end, he could barely stand and could only hold onto the window, bean-sized drops of sweat falling on his forehead and cold sweat pouring down his back.

"Aren't you going to open the door yet?" Liam's cold voice was like a thunderbolt that suddenly exploded in Pomol's ears.

"Ah!" Pomol subconsciously shrieked in shock and panicked, begging, "Little brother, I am not human, I am sorry to you all, in order to save the shop's furniture and customers, I have tricked that little brother out ah, please spare me!"

Although Pomol was frightened, he was after all a man who had been in the business world and knew what to say and what not to say. If he said that he had deliberately tricked Wendell out at the behest of Bremiel and the boss, then I'm afraid it was still an unknown whether he could walk out of this furniture city alive today!

"Put your f_cking bullsh_t!" Liam was furious when he heard that, "We didn't even know that there would be hooligans coming outside, how did you, who was also in the shop, know that?D! By now you're still trying to weasel out?!"

Pomol was so scared that he gave a jolt, yes, no one else knew, how did he know? It's not easy to tell this lie!

"Do you still want to stop me?" Liam coldly swept past those customers, as well as the staff in the furniture city, and coldly snorted, "I've taken what you've done to heart, I'll settle the score with you later!"

Liam pointed at the people whose faces were changing, and grabbed Pomol's collar: "Follow me down!"

Raila hurriedly stopped him, "Don't do anything rash."

Liam grunted, "Comrade traffic police, don't worry, I'm just taking him to open the door, my brother has returned victoriously, I always have to go and greet him! Of course, it's up to my brother to decide what to do with this B_____d!"

Pomol's heart thumped and his face went pale!

To be continued....