As soon as the conversation was over, Nash, who was sitting on the sofa nkly said, “You’re both too


    weak. I can protect the Warden by myself!”


    George and Janson looked at Nash at the same time.


    If it was not for the fact that the Warden’s presence, they would have been furious.


    Harold frowned and asked, “Colonel Orwell, this is…”


    Ster smiled and introduced Nash, “This is the Smiling Grim Reaper that I hired with your security


    fund…”


    Harold looked at the tall and slim masked man and asked, “140 million dors and this is the only one


    you hired?”


    Ster nodded and said, “He’s worth the money!”


    The Smiling Grim Reaper.


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    These four words were worth 140 million dors.


    Harold smiled and said, “There are a lot of people at the banquet so it’s not a bad thing to have a few


    more people to protect the Warden…”


    Nash slowly raised his head and nced at Harold. “If there are more people, it would attract the


    killer’s attraction!”


    This infuriated George and Janson.


    After all, they were powerful figures in the Watson family but were now looked down on by someone.


    George coldly said, “You said you’re all it takes to protect the Warden but what are you good for?”


    Nash raised his gaze and snapped, “Good enough to kill you!”


    There was murderous intent behind his cold eyes.


    George’s chest tightened up and struggled to breathe just by making eye contact briefly.


    He looked at Nash in horror and continued to ask, “You… who are you?”


    Ster stepped in and introduced Nash, “Let me introduce you to the Smiling Grim Reaper! The


    number one killer on the dark web!”


    Everyone present except Zakariah had never heard of this name.


    George sneered. “I wonder if your highness would like topete?”


    Nash replied calmly, “Sorry, but I don’t know how topete. I only how to kill.”


    George was furious and raised his leg to kick this defiant guy.


    Ster was about to stop him but the Warden prevented him from doing so with a look.


    He wanted to see what the hundred-million-dor bodyguard was capable of.


    George’s kick was as swift as a dragon, as powerful as a tiger, and there were sounds of waves


    crashing in the air.


    Nash’s eyes shed coldly and he propped himself up from the sofa with his arms before he violently


    kicked his leg up.


    ng!


    The two legs crashed into each other and let out a dull metallic sound.


    The sofa below Nash exploded.


    Ster and Zakariah immediately leaped in front of the Warden.


    The Warden stood up and continued to look at the two.


    George pulled back his right leg and led with a couple more kicks.


    Nash kept blocking the kicks with his own leg which shattered the tiles on the ground every time.


    Harold and Janson broke out in cold sweat.


    George’s legs were made of alloy steel which could withstand a high temperature of 2000 degrees and


    dozens of tons of impact.


    The special-graded steel was the same material used to build aircraft carrier decks. Paired with the


    strength of George’s kicks, even a tank could be kicked to pieces.


    Yet, this masked person was using his own flesh leg to fight George’s?


    Bang!


    Nash kicked again and it hit George’s calf.


    The impact caused George to twist around in the air uncontrobly like he was a kite with a broken


    string.


    Boom!


    George hit the wall and cracked it before finally falling onto the ground. He grasped onto his chest and


    vomited blood.


    He stared at Nash with pain in his eyes and a look of disbelief.


    The legs that he proudly lost and reced with alloy steel were defeated by this person’s kicks?


    This person’s strength was probably higher than the level nine Grandmaster’s.


    Janson snorted coldly, “It’s just a matter of kicks, let me try and see if you understand boxing…