Jameson''s gaze was cold and vicious. He pressed his pale lips together tightly.


    Jasper started advancing toward Jameson aggressively. Carl, the loyal subordinate that he was,


    stepped forward immediately.


    He glowered at Jasper.


    "Mr. Beckett, this is Ms. Alyssa''s territory. Must you cause a scene right here? Aren''t you afraid that


    you''d put Mr. Taylor and Ms. Alyssa in a tight spot?"


    Jasper''s gaze was frosty and sharp. He said coldly, "Fuck off."


    "Please get in the car, Mr. Schmidt. I''ll deal with this here!"


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    Before Carl could do anything else, much to his surprise, he felt his arm go numb. Following that was a


    sharp pain that spread throughout his entire body. The world before his eyes started to spin.


    "Oof!"


    Jasper looked frigid. He was standing firm. He simply grabbed Carl by the arm and twisted it.


    Carl was then thrown in the air. His backnded hard on the ground. He yelled in pain. He couldn''t get


    himself back up.


    Jasper didn''t even blink. He stepped over Carl, who had curled up into a ball on the ground and


    continued heading toward Jameson.


    Jameson felt his entire body tense up. The look on his face became overcast.


    Step by step, Jasper approached him. Just then, four of Schmidt Group''s bodyguards rushed over just


    in time. They shielded Jameson.


    Jasper had almost forgotten.


    Jameson was no longer someone who was abandoned and outcast by the Schmidts. He was now their


    group''s president. Naturally, he needed to be ostentatious.


    Through gritted teeth, Jamesonmanded, "Get him."


    The four bodyguards started throwing punches at Jasper.


    Nheless, Jasper remained emotionless. He moved like lightning. His punches and kicks were fast


    and strong.


    His opponents were four tall and muscr bodyguards. Despite that, they were like paper dolls to him.


    They were no match for him at all. It was no wonder that he was the top overall achiever at the military


    academy.


    Finally, it was time for him to go head-to-head with Jameson.


    Both of them swung their fists at each other at the same time. Their punches were swift, fierce, and


    forceful.


    Jameson''s eyes were bulging in anger. He was already using all the moves he had to go against


    Jasper. However, he couldn''t keep up with Jasper''s attacks at all. It was extremely strenuous for him.


    In a moment of vulnerability, he momentarily let his guard down. Suddenly, darkness enveloped him as


    a steel-like fist collided with his face, sending him hurtling to the ground.


    "Mr. Schmidt!" Carl was frightened out of his wits. He crawled over to Jameson''s side.


    Jameson was wincing in pain. All he could taste was the taste of fresh blood in his mouth.


    His clean suit had been contaminated with dirt. His hair was in a mess, and a distinct streak of blood


    had stained his cheek.


    "Mr. Schmidt... Your... Your face!" Carl stared at the wound on his face. He was bbergasted.


    Jameson panted. He touched his face with his shaking hands.


    He looked at his palm. It was stained with blood. How could this injury havee from a simple


    punch?


    At this moment, Jasper was looking down at him coldly. It was as if he was looking at a filthy mutt.


    His eyes were wintry. He tilted his head from side to side and loosened his shoulders. He lifted his right


    hand as he sniggered.


    Without Jameson noticing, he had ced his metal-strapped wristwatch around his fingers. That was


    how he was able to make such a deadly swing at Jameson. The face of the watch was even stained


    with Jameson''s blood.


    Jasper felt disgusted. His watch was worth 100,000 dors. Yet, it now felt as if it had been


    contaminated by an infectious virus. He removed his watch and chucked it aside.