Chapter 420: – This is not eight, this is a gun!


    White Mitchell moved into the crowd, where the employees were already trembling unnervously. The moment they saw White’s arrival, they immediately turned their gaze towards him.


    The crowd didn’t openly state it, but their facial expressions seemed to tell Thomas, who was standing across, that this was the one who had injured his men.


    Seeing this, a ferocious expression appeared on Thomas’s face as he mockingly looked at White Mitchell, “So it is you who hurt my brother?”


    “Yes!”


    White Mitchell didn’t choose to hide, answering Thomas’s question directly.


    At his words, the mockery on Thomas’s face became even more dense, “Hahaha… These days, there are people like you who are fearless. That’s quite rare!


    Not many dare to challenge me in the Capital City.


    Well, tell me what gang you’re in. Maybe, I can spare you some respect.”


    Apparently, Thomas wasn’t any ordinary rash man. His sess today was more than just brute strength. Deception andworking were his strong suits.


    Therefore, prior to taking action, he needed to know his opponent’s status to avoid trouble he couldn’t handle.


    At this point, upon hearing Thomas’s words, White Mitchell replied nonchntly: “A gang? In your terms, I guess I am part of one.”<div>


    As he spoke, White Mitchell stretched out his thumb and forefinger, forming the sign of ‘eight’ with his fingers.


    Eight?


    Seeing this, Thomas faltered for a moment, quickly flipping through all the information rted to ‘eight’ in his mind.


    Brother Eight?


    Eight Gang?


    Shaking his head, Thomas had been in the Capital City for many years and had never heard of a person or gang associated with the word ‘eight’.


    “Boy, make yourself clear. What does this hand sign mean?”, Thomas urged impatiently.


    White Mitchell chuckled, responding: “It’s not eight, it’s a gun!”


    A gun?


    Thomas flinched, an expression of aversion immediately spreading across his face. He snarled, “Fuck! Are you fucking kidding me!?”


    Without another word, Thomas drew out a curved knife.


    Bang!


    With a burst of strength, Thomas mmed the knife into the nearby table, frightening the surrounding employees into trembling, bing increasingly flustered.


    At this time, inside the general manager’s office nearby, Caleb Robert was looking through the gap in the curtains at the scene outside, a smug smile on his face.


    “Lincoln Robert’s methods are brutal, but they can’t dispute their effectiveness.”, Caleb Robert chuckled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.


    The Secretary, seeing Caleb’s reaction, immediately responded, “Mr. Lincoln is just a brute, how could he everpare to you, Mr. Anthony? I think this situation connects perfectly. Once the people from Northern Territory Command arrive, we could just take care of Mr. Lincoln too.


    And then, Mr. Anthony, wouldn’t you be the one in charge of the entire Robert Group?”


    At the Secretary’s words, the treacherous smile on Caleb Robert’s face deepened, “Secretary Ashton, you’ve worked as a secretary for that old fool for so many years. It’s really a waste of your talent.


    Don’t worry, once I take over the Robert Group, I’ll give you the position I currently hold.<div>


    You’ll have to work hard though, don’t disappoint me when the timees.”


    Hearing this, an excited smile spread across Secretary Ashton’s face, he couldn’t help but grin widely.


    However, he did not notice the ruthless glint that shed in Caleb’s eyes after he’d spoken.


    Obviously, Caleb couldn’t let someone who knew so many of his secrets stay by his side. He even regarded allowing such a person to continue living in this world as a great threat.<div>


    Therefore, he had already nned to have an assassin take care of Secretary Ashton when the time was right, eliminating any rear threats.


    “Mr. Anthony, do you know who that man calling out Thomas is? He seems quite capable. I’ve never seen him in the Capital City. Do you think he could be someone Sana Robert brought in to help? Could he mess up our chance?”, Secretary Ashton asked, shifting his focus to White Mitchell.


    Through the curtains, Caleb nced at White Mitchell who had his back to them, then said dismissively, “He was just an Ancient Martial Strongman. No matter how strong he is, at best he’s just a Wu fu. It won’t affect our ns.


    Once the people from the Northern Territory Command arrive, this young fellow will get locked up with Sana Robert.”


    After hearing Caleb’s words, Secretary Ashton frowned slightly. Although what Caleb said was true, he always felt that White Mitchell was not as simple as it seemed. And he seemed to have seen him somewhere before.


    While Secretary Ashton was lost in his thoughts, Thomas at the scene was already preparing to make a move on White Mitchell.


    He waved his hand and gave the order, “Brothers, smash this fool who doesn’t know the meaning of death for me!


    If he dares to retaliate, beat him up heavily!”


    At hismand, his forty-five men rushed towards White Mitchell with a fierce momentum, their loud war cry terrifying the employees of Robert Group, causing them all to tremble.


    Many employees instinctively moved away from the scene, afraid that Thomas’s men would harm the innocent.


    At the same time, White Mitchell didn’t hold back either. He picked up a chair and hurled it towards the crowd.


    Thomas’s men didn’t take White Mitchell seriously.


    They were Ancient Martial Strongmen and their defenses were much stronger than ordinary people. How could a mere chair hurt them?<div>


    But the reality was full of irony. That thrown chair knocked two Ancient Martial Strongmen to the ground.


    Hiss!


    Instantly, the two Ancient Martial Strongmen that were hit, felt a piercing pain all over, as if their bodies were falling apart.


    Meanwhile, at the other side, White Mitchell, who hadnded a sessful hit, did not stop. He plunged boldly into the crowd.


    What followed next was a scene that left Thomas, who had believed he could suppress White Mitchell, dumbfounded.


    White Mitchell, who he dismissed, was now like a fierce tiger among the crowd, rampaging at will. His forty to fifty men were beaten to the ground in an instant, screaming in pain like cooked prawns.


    This…


    Watching this scene, Thomas couldn’t believe his own eyes. He stared at White Mitchell and said with a trembling voice, “Who… who exactly are you?”