Chapter 142: Threatening to Break Ties

Fifty yards back outside the open gates, sitting behind the wheel of the idling Rolls-Royce Phantom, Caldwell’s shirt was soaked in sweat as he watched over twenty huge guards box Jude into a human cage.

Every bone in Caldwell’s body screamed at him to stomp on the gas and ram the gates to save his boss... yet Jude’s dead-serious command not to step out of the car kept him glued to the seat in agony.

Caldwell almost cried when the call to New York finally connected!

"Caldwell?" Thomas Sterling’s voice came over the speaker. "Did Chairman Lawson land safely at Heathrow?"

"Mr. Sterling! We have a massive emergency right now!" Caldwell yelled into the mic. "The second Chairman Lawson walked out of the airport, he made me drive him straight to Charles Manor! The second we pulled up, he walked through the gates by himself and started knocking out guards! He ordered me to stay in the car, and right now over twenty armed guards have him completely surrounded in the courtyard... I don’t know what to do!"

In New York, Thomas didn’t even pause. "If Chairman Lawson told you to stay in the car, Caldwell, then sit quietly in the car."

"No, Mr. Sterling, you don’t get it... Chairman Lawson is about to get killed right this second!" Caldwell screamed.

"Relax, Caldwell," Thomas said, his voice flat. "Chairman Lawson is in zero danger. Just do what he told you and wait."

"Mr. Sterling, are you out of your mind?!" Caldwell stared through the windshield in shock. "There are over twenty armed security contractors jumping him at once—"

Thomas hung up the phone.

Staring at the black screen and then out at the yard through the gates, Caldwell sat frozen.

Why the hell was President Sterling so completely unbothered?!

For a split second, a crazy thought crossed Caldwell’s mind... could Thomas Sterling actually be setting the young boss up to get crippled on foreign soil?!

Inside the courtyard, twenty guards in black tactical gear tightened their circle around Jude, holding batons and cutting off every single exit.

Jude took a single look at the twenty faces around him.

In half a second, he read them: well-trained ex-military bodyguards with decent teamwork, sure, but every single one of them was just an ordinary human without an ounce of real internal power.

"On your knees with your hands behind your head, kid!" the big captain at the front barked. "Give up now and you might leave here in one piece!"

A smirk touched Jude’s mouth.

Anxious to get upstairs to Evelyn and refusing to waste another second on hired muscle, Jude loaded the explosive power of his frame into his legs and blurred straight into the wall of men!

In less than a second, brutal screams tore through the country air.

One by one, two-hundred-pound bodyguards got launched backward out of the fight like bowling pins hit by a cannonball.

Half the guys in the front didn’t even see Jude move... all they saw was a blur before a devastating fist shattered their guard and sent them flying across the floor!

If Charles Manor had twenty real martial-arts masters, even Jude would’ve had to break a sweat.

But against twenty regular bouncers, going all-out turned the fight into a slaughter!

Out behind the windshield of the Phantom, Caldwell’s jaw hit his chest, his eyes popping out in mind-blown shock.

Over twenty elite bodyguards were getting folded like paper!

Watching grown men fly ten feet through the air with every swing of Jude’s fists looked like watching a Marvel movie happen in broad daylight... it broke every law of reality so hard Caldwell’s brain literally short-circuited.

"Who the hell is Chairman Lawson?!" Caldwell whispered, finally understanding why Thomas Sterling hadn’t sounded worried for a single second.

With one final right hook, Jude blasted the twentieth and last guard off his feet, sending him crashing across the front steps.

In under two minutes flat, the security force of Charles Manor was wiped out...

Without even brushing the dust off his sleeves, Jude stepped right over the groaning bodies and walked straight up the steps toward the front doors of the villa.

"H-hold on..." the bloody captain wheezed from the dirt, spitting red onto the stones as he glared at Jude’s back. "If you walk inside this house today... you make an enemy out of the Lumina Group for life!"

"So what?"

Jude threw those two words over his shoulder and kicked the front doors open.

Up on the second floor of Charles Manor, Camila Chen had already turned away from the window to pour herself a cup of tea, not taking Jude Lawson seriously for a single second.

To her, the twenty security guards stationed across her estate were hardened pros pulled from elite military units and top European protection firms.

Even if Jude knew how to scrap on the streets of New York, he was still just one guy...

Against twenty armed guards moving together, there was zero chance he’d stay on his feet.

Beside the table, Evelyn was still crying and begging her mother to call the men off, terrified that Jude was getting beaten half to death because of her.

Before Camila could even set her cup down, footsteps thundered up the stairs, and the same young estate manager came flying back through the doors, white as a sheet!

"Madam Chen! That guy is a monster... our security couldn’t slow him down for a second! He’s already inside the house!"

Camila’s hand froze. "What did you just say?"

"Our guys didn’t stand a chance... he knocked every single one of them out!" the manager stammered, out of breath.

"How is that possible?!" Camila shot to her feet. "Over twenty trained guards couldn’t take down Jude Lawson by himself?!"

Refusing to believe it, Camila rushed back to the window and looked down into the courtyard.

Down on the stone driveway below, all twenty of her bodyguards were flat on their backs, groaning in agony... and the guy in the dark suit was already gone!