The God of War
Chapter 257
A gust of wind blew from Thomas as the man let out a few punches at an invisible speed. The eight fell to the floor in less than a second!
Everyone's faces were beaten. Their faces were distorted, and their facial bones were broken.
The pain can be heard continuously:
Wormie. Is this guy a human?
He is a monster!
Thomas said indifferently, "Do you only have a few of these people? They can't even take my hit. Do you still have people?"
"You! Good boy, just wait. I have a lot of people !"
He called again, and in less than fifteen minutes, five vans arrived. The five vans contained about eight people, so a total of forty people had come.
"Catch her!"
After Wormie shouted, those people rushed forward one after another.
Everyone was holding machetes and iron roads, and they looked extremely aggressive.
Wormie smiled wickedly. "Son, you can be more arrogant. You can beat ten people at once, but can you beat forty at once?"
However, he soon felt happy because he saw his subordinates lying on the floor, bleeding.
Someone moved forward to hug Thomas, trying to limit his movements, he said,
But Thomas cried out and shook his hands. Furthermore, the man's arm that was hugging Thomas was broken in the midst of a sway! Both of his hands were loose, and his blood splattered on the floor.
Thomas had just used thirty seconds to defeat those forty people!
The injured gangsters can be found lying on the floor in the living room, kitchen, and restroom.
Thomas wiped the blood from his hand before he continued saying, "I am still not satisfied enough. You still have some people out there, right? Ask them to come."
Wormie had heard many of his silly requests.
But he had never heard such a ridiculous request!
How could this fellow force him to call people? Ten and forty is not enough. Is this really something that humans can do?
Wormie's hands trembled as he called. This time, he called out to all his subordinates.
Three large trucks arrived, and each truck contained at least thirty people.
There are a total of a hundred people!
Thomas immediately moved and finished off all the enemies with bare hands and feet.
This time Thomas spent a lot longer. He only defeated a hundred people after three minutes. This time, the floor was completely filled with people, though,
They all crucified each other, and their bodies were piled up very high.
Thomas clapped his hand. The cruelty in his eyes did not diminish, but also his gaze became stronger. His eyes were reddened by the cruelty.
He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield on the West Coast.
These gangsters were too weak, and they were not as strong as the enemies on the battlefield.
Nonetheless, it was enough to ignite the flames of anger on Thomas who had long dimmed.
The flames of his anger made his blood boil.....
And smoldering.
Thomas was like a god of hell who had risen from the depths of the earth. He was cruel, sadistic, and brutal.
He slowly walked towards Wormie, and it made Wormie so frightened that he fell to the floor, his phone slipped out of his hand, and slid towards Thomas.
Once again, Thomas bowed, picked up the phone, and threw it at Wormie.
"It's not enough."
"Continue calling and asking your people to come."
"More is better."
Wormie wants to cry. Keep calling? Everyone in the gang is there. Who can he call to come?
Besides, even though he could call some people, then how?
Even 150 men were not enough to face Thomas. The scariest thing was that Thomas's face did not turn red or pant after the fight. It was as if he had just warmed up.
Therefore, it was a waste even though he summoned several hundred people!
Wormie lowered his head, knelt on the floor, and continued banging his head against the floor. "Great Hero, Great Man, Great Man, forgive me. I'm really sorry! Please don't ask me to call anyone again.
"I really don't have anyone else to call!"
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