Chapter 510: 510: Nothing Special_1

“Fuck! Foreign devils!”

The remaining four bodyguards were extremely angry!

No matter who was right or wrong, when faced with a conflict of national borders, what they all displayed was national pride!

Even if they couldn’t win!

They still had to fight!

Especially the scornful look on the other party’s face made them even more furious!

“Heh heh! Boss Carmichael, this is simply asking for humiliation! My man, Potter, a famous king in the underground black fist world! Today, all of your people will be unlucky!”

Odingle said with utmost glee, “But I’m in a very good mood today, I’ll send all your men on stretchers for free! Let them go out lying down!”

“Get them!”

Beckett Carmichael’s fists were clenched tightly, and he was ready to take action himself.

Actually, there was no need for him to speak; the remaining four bodyguards had already charged forward.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Potter, who had come from the black fist scene, swung his leg fiercely, sending three men flying with a sweep!

And the last remaining one had his fist caught in a single hand.

“Brat, you’re very naughty, huh!”

Potter held the bodyguard’s fist firmly in one hand, while the other foot kicked fiercely on the knee!

Plop!

The bodyguard felt his knee go numb and instantly knelt on one knee, his face contorted with bulging veins.

“Call me, Grandpa!”

Potter looked down at the bodyguard with disdain, slowly increasing the pressure in his grip.

“Hiss!”

The bodyguard’s face turned bright red, involuntarily inhaling a breath of cold air.

But he bit his teeth tightly and didn’t utter a sound.

“Oh! You little yellow-skinned monkey, you’ve got some tough bones! But, my fists are tougher!”

Potter let out a snicker, and once again, he increased the strength in his hand.

“Mmm…”

The bodyguard made a stifled sound, sweat pouring down his forehead, yet he didn’t speak a word.

“Potter, speed it up! Let them know Odingle is not someone they can mess with!”

Odingle and his bodyguards laughed uproariously on the side.

His man Potter was the King of Black Fist, and even in the Americas, he was very famous. Not to mention a few bodyguards, even real experts couldn’t withstand Potter’s iron fist!

“This, is the mainland! This is the land of the Chinese people.”

Julius Reed said calmly.

“What are you talking about?”

Odingle, immersed in joy, turned his head towards Julius Reed, noting this young man who had been silent from the beginning was now speaking.

“I’m saying, this is the place of the Chinese people.”

Julius Reed turned his head and smiled at Odingle, “Perhaps you don’t know, but we are the descendants of the dragon.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Odingle and his men burst into loud laughter.

“What did you say? My God! I just heard a huge joke today! The descendants of the dragon? My heavens, you’re the sick men of East Asia!”

He pointed at Julius Reed, laughing heartily, and then pointed at the bodyguards lying on the ground, “These? I think they are descendants of insects.”

“Right! A bunch of sick men! Each one as weak as a woman, just too weak!”

Potter, holding the bodyguard’s fist in one hand, raised his middle finger with the other and shook it with contempt, “A country filled with women.”

“Bullshit!”

Beckett Carmichael grabbed a beer bottle from the table and smashed it viciously over Potter’s head!

“Trash!”

Bang!

Potter kicked out, sending Beckett Carmichael tumbling to the ground.

“Is this it? And you dare claim to be the descendants of a dragon?”

He sneered, looking at the bodyguard in front of him, “Call out ‘Grandpa,’ and I’ll let go immediately! Otherwise, I’ll crush your fingers alive!”

As he spoke, he increased the pressure once again.

“Are you proud of bullying ordinary people as a professional boxer?”

Julius Reed glanced at Potter, and said indifferently, “If the strongest of our Chinese people beat you into kneeling and begging for mercy, can I then say that all of you are trash?”

“Oh ho! Easterner, you’ve got quite the tongue!”

Potter sized up Julius Reed with a glance, his slender figure, his tender age, probably just one of his fingers could squash him to death!

“Weak Easterner, you think you can? I could crush you like an ant…”

Crack!

Julius Reed suddenly stood up and stomped down through the air!

“My… my hand…”

Potter only felt a numbness in his arm, followed instantly by a heart-piercing pain!

And the hand he had been using to grab the bodyguard had just been kicked and broken!

Not even the flesh was connected, the fragmented bone visibly protruding!

“You…”

Potter felt a chill in his heart, enveloped completely by fear.

“So-called Western Underground Boxing King, that’s all you’ve got.”

Julius Reed smiled faintly and punched at Potter!

Whoosh!

Before Potter could react, his entire body flew through the air!

He smashed heavily into the wall of the Northern restaurant!

Thud!

He fell to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.

“Is that all there is?”

Julius Reed stood up and walked leisurely towards Potter, who was sprawled on the ground, and asked coldly, “Would you care to repeat what you just said?”

“Wu wu…”

Potter’s mouth was full of blood, and he couldn’t utter a word.

His eyes were filled with shock and fear!

Such a scrawny youth, yet he had such explosive power!

Even Odingle stood frozen on the spot, not daring to move.

He looked at Julius Reed as if he were looking at a monster.

Is this even human!

Potter was once the King of Black Fist, top-notch in strength!

Side by side with him for so many years, he had never been defeated!

Now, without even landing a blow, he had been beaten like a dead dog!

“Ha ha! Boy! You think you’re so great? Come on! Keep bragging!”

Beckett Carmichael got up from the ground, feeling incredibly relieved.

Indeed, the expert who could mentor his own ancestor was truly remarkable!

“Don’t get too cocky…”

Odingle’s face darkened, his hands clenched tightly.

His face had been beaten to a complete swell.

The mockery from Potter just before now sounded unbearably grating!

“Stand up, let me see how this so-called King of Black Fist defeats our ‘sick men’.”

Julius Reed crouched down, his foot on Potter’s head, and patted his cheek asking, “Your bones aren’t too soft to stand up, are they?”

Subjected to Julius Reed’s taunting, Potter couldn’t move at all.

Almost all the bones in his chest had been broken by Julius Reed, and now even breathing was difficult!

If it weren’t for Potter’s robust body, someone else might have died on the spot!

“Don’t push people too far! There’s an old Chinese saying, ‘When you should show mercy, show mercy.'”

Odingle stared at Julius Reed, his voice trembling slightly.

The commotion had alarmed many customers.

Most of them actually felt relieved seeing this scene.

When Potter was mocking earlier, they, as Chinese, wished they could rush forward!

But firstly, they didn’t dare offend Odingle and the influence behind him, and secondly, they indeed weren’t a match for Potter.

Now seeing the arrogant Potter sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, they were extremely satisfied.

“You only know that we have this old saying in China.”

Julius Reed slowly stood up, looking at Odingle and said, “But the premise is, you have to be human. Right now, in my eyes, you’re just rats from the gutter!”

Crack!

He stepped on Potter’s knee and ground down hard.