Chapter 737

"There's one ignorant brat here who clearly did not bring his brain today. I want to go home but he

stopped me from doing so. You know what you should do next, right?"

Leo jeered cold-heartedly and turned to Timothy. “Young Master Drake, don't worry about them. These

bodyguards are not ordinary. They created a unique fighting technique called the Invincible Spinning

Void Fist that nobody on this earth knows. Besides, all of them are seniors and juniors from the same

place. They’re powerful!"

Timothy’s heart leapedO for joy and his hopes soared when he heard Leo's words. Leo was right!

Although the Turner family was only a third-class family, it did not mean that there was no top-notch

skilled fighter in their family.

Some skilled combatants might have emotionally tied with someone they met from a third-class family,

and for this reason, perhaps, they were willing to work for them.

Looking at Leo's self-confidence soaring high, Timothy finally thought that there were still hopes for the

other party to teach Fane an unforgettable lesson. It would be best if they made him bedridden for

weeks!

"Hey! How dare you offend our young master? Are you sending yourself to hell?"

A swamp of bodyguards immediately surrounded Fane.

Bang! Pow! Wham!

Unfortunately, those bodyguards fell to the ground as soon as they surrounded Fane None of them

were able to get back on their feet right now. Pain sheeted through them with a terrible intensity that

caused all of them to wail in agony. Their faces morphed into one of the dead blanched faces.

"What the..."

Timothy, on the other hand, had his heart hammered in his chest that his face went white. These

bodyguards from the Turner family did not seem to be reliable at all now. What Invincible Spinning Void

Fist? It was nothing but a cotton candy fist to Fane -soft and useless. More than a dozen men used the

same technique and yet none of them could touch the corner of Fane's clothes before plopping onto

the ground.

"If I don't see 10 billion transferred into my account, you'll have your last breath here!”

A stoic yet terrifying smile plastered on Fane's face. He looked at Leo and added, "0 h ya. By the way,

if some valuable furniture or things are damaged here, you should pay for it too. After all, you started

the fight, and also because you refused to pay, right?"

A sheen of cold sweat presented on Leo's forehead, his face turned paler and paler as Fane spoke.

After he gave some thoughts t o the matter, he finally opened his mouth," Aren't there 8 more games?

Let's go on then. Hmph! I wasn’t at my best a moment ago. And perhaps I'll win the remaining 8 games

and you'll be the one who owes me money!"

"Haha! Alright then. In that case, I'll continue the game with you. I’d only played two rounds, after all.

And I really quite like this game, it's fun!"

Fane giggled upon hearing Leo's proposal. Every single word and tone from his mouth induced rage

inside Leo. Leo was practically boiling with anger that he almost spew blood. What? Had this punk

really never played billiards before? What a joke!

"C’mon, it's my turn to start the game!"

Leo wiped the cold sweat on his face and neck, and then strode toward the billiard table, carefully.

Of course, everyone noticed that his hands were trembling slightly.

He was already not Fane's match in the first place, and now that he was nervous, h e naturally could

not perform well. Therefore, in the next eight games, he never won once.

In only one game, he saw a glimmer of hope, but in the end, he failed to take down that round.

"All right! Ten games are over, do you have anything to say now? Transfer ten billion bucks! This is my

account number!"

Fane took a pen and wrote his account number on a piece of paper swiftly and handed it to Leo.

"But...but I only have five billion in my credit balance. Mr. Woods, my dear Mr. Woods, I'll give you all

five billion bucks, and we'll call that a deal, is that okay?"

Leo knew crystal clear in his heart that Fane was not a simple man. Such a strong person was not

letting them leave, thus, he could only plead to Fane pathetically.