Xeno had put the call on speakerphone.


    Even through the screen, he could feel Theo''s explosive rage.


    Xeno chuckled inwardly. He knew that as long as Nash was added to the mix, Theo would not back down.


    Joe''s expression darkened. "Mr. Skye, I''m the third inmand of the Grand Gang. Are you sure you want to go to war with us?"


    The Grand Gang had ruled the underworld of Jenzburg for five years, and no one had ever dared to provoke them.


    Even the top families in Capiton had to consider the figure behind the Grand Gang.


    "What are you barking at?


    "The third inmand of the Grand Gang?


    "I''m the head of the Dragon Tiger Gate, and I''m not even as arrogant as you!


    "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"


    Theo roared at the top of his lungs.


    Joe''s expression grew even darker. "Since you''ve said the word, let''s see how this ys out!"


    Then, he said to the several great-grandmasters behind him, "Tonight, we''ll ughter the Dragon Tiger Gate. Even the near thousand people outside should not be spared either!" With that, he lunged forward and punched toward Xeno with his iron fist.


    Xeno had just entered the Energy Cultivation Realm, and it was clear that he was not on the level of a grandmaster like Joe.


    Nash''s figure blurred, and he swiftly appeared in front of Xeno.


    His hands, with clearly defined joints, managed to grip Joe''s fist.


    Joe felt like his powerful punch hadnded on cotton.


    With a slight exertion of force, Nash crushed the bones inside Joe''s fist into fragments.


    Joe let out a miserable scream, his forehead veins bulging.


    "Insolence..."


    Joe''s great-grandmaster bodyguards also rushed forward.


    Then, Nash raised his leg and kicked out. It was lightning-fast, even leaving afterimages.


    The great-grandmasters were kicked out of the door.


    The other remaining great-grandmasters also rushed forward.


    Nash executed a series of kicks, each onending on their abdomens, destroying their energy centers.


    Destroying a martial artist''s energy center was akin to killing their spirit.


    In less than ten seconds, all five great-grandmasters were groaning on the ground.


    Nash kicked Joe''s shin, causing Joe to immediately kneel on the ground. The floor tiles cracked.


    Joe''s dder nearly lost control, and he almost wet himself.


    "Mr. Nash, you''re awesome!"


    Xeno eximed excitedly, grabbing a beer bottle and smashing it on Joe''s head.


    Joe grunted in agony, with blood streaming down his head. However, he still raised his head angrily at Xeno. "You people won''t leave Jenzburg alive today!"


    With another bang, Xeno smashed another bottle down, coldly saying, "You''re still talking tough even at death''s door. Are you crazy?"


    Joe grew dizzy and copsed on the ground like a dog.


    Afterward Nash sat back on the couch and crossed his legs. He looked at the hostess who had just tried to feed him a drink. He smiled politely and asked, "So, where''s my mouth-to-mouth drink?"


    The hostess regained her senses and chuckled nervously. "Mister... I... I can''te close. You''re too intimidating!"


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    Now that Joe was in such a state, she dared not approach this man to offer him a drink.


    Nash did not continue teasing her. After all, she lived in Jenzburg.


    Nash lit a cigarette and stared at Joe. "Remember this, the one who beat you up is called Nash Calcraft. Now, call the person backing you and ask if he dares toe and avenge you!"


    Nash threw Joe''s earlier words back at him.


    Nash Calcraft?


    Joe felt like he had heard that name before.


    Yet even after thinking for a while, he could not recall.


    Damn it, why bother?


    He was, after all, Mr. Joe Goldberg of the Grand Gang. With so many important figures he had


    encountered and names he had heard, how could he remember


    them all?


    He sat on the ground, leaning against the coffee table. He dialed the number of the Grand Gang''s leader.


    The leader''s household had a special status, so he rarely intervened in gang matters. However, Joe had to call the leader today. The call was also put on speakerphone.


    After more than 20 seconds, someone finally answered.


    The voice on the other end sounded grave as the person said, "For you to call me sote, something must have happened."


    "I got beaten up..."


    Joe did not feel embarrassed. After all, the person who had beaten him was also a person of status.