Louis was incredibly frightened by what Lucas said. When he saw Franco flying into a rage, he was so scared that he turned as pale as a sheet, and even his calves began trembling.

"Mr… Mr. Gray! Please don't be impulsive. They're not to be trifled with. Franco's underlings are violent and brutal, while Franco himself will beat anyone up. Furthermore, he's working for the Taylors. Even the security guards of our company were beaten up badly! You… You're alone, so you'd better be careful not to provoke him!"

Despite being absolutely terrified, Louis nevertheless inched close to Lucas and quickly whispered a reminder into his ear.

In Louis's opinion, Lucas was a young man who had been living in the lap of luxury and had never suffered any hardship. He was definitely too weak to withstand a single punch from Franco, just like him.

"Where did this punk come from? How dare you provoke Mr. Franco? Are you tired of living?"

"Punk, do you want to get punched by real men?"

Seeing that Franco was obviously enraged, his underlings could no longer contain their anger as they dashed forward from the entrance of the warehouse to surround Lucas. They had menacing expressions on their faces, and the shiny iron rods in their hands were emitting blinding rays of light under the sun.

Lucas sneered and stared at them coldly. "Who are you people to beat up the security guards of my company? I haven't looked for you yet, but you've brought yourselves to me for a beating, huh?"

These gangsters were stunned for a moment before immediately laughing loudly. "Hahaha, it seems to be the other way around, punk!"

"This brat's really arrogant! Franco, let's teach him a lesson!"

"We hafta give this bastard a good beating and knock all his teeth out, just like the trash on the ground!"

...

Franco had a sinister smile on his face. Almost everyone who had offended him ended up suffering, especially those like Lucas who had the guts to insult his men in front of him. Franco had killed the last person who dared to do this!

Franco raised his hand slightly and was about to signal his underlings to beat the living daylights out of Lucas and break his bones. But before he could issue the order, Lucas flashed and vanished almost immediately!

"Ahhhh!"

"Wuuahh!"

"Argh!"

Immediately afterward, incessant shrieks of misery filled the warehouse!

Franco's face stiffened, and his eyeballs were about to fall out as he stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.

He saw Lucas's figure dashing through his underlings quickly like a tornado. With every strike Lucas launched, the limbs of his underlings would break with loud crackling sounds, followed by the metallic sounds of the iron rods falling to the ground.

When Lucas appeared in front of everyone again, Franco and the others watching from afar were stunned to see that Lucas was the only one standing in the middle of the warehouse, while the twenty-odd burly underlings of Franco had already been knocked down to the ground. Their limbs were all broken, and they were wailing while rolling on the ground, seemingly in a much more miserable state than the security guards.

The entire process took only a few seconds!

In fact, before many of them could react, the siege had already ended!

Louis looked at everything in front of him with his eyes and mouth wide open. He couldn't help rubbing his eyes hard.

Everything that happened in front of him just now resembled a scene from some exaggerated action movie. It seemed incredibly surreal to him!

What did I just see? The young chairman of our company, who finally made an appearance in front of everyone just yesterday, managed to defeat around twenty bulky and menacing men surrounding him within just seconds?

More than twenty people surrounded Mr. Gray at first, but it seems to be the other way around!

This is too fantastical!

Franco was astonished!

He was well aware of how competent and ruthless his men were. They were all brutal people who would never hesitate to stab anyone in the stomach and possessed excellent combat skills.

Yet despite being armed with thick iron rods, they still failed to last even a few seconds fighting against Lucas, and they even had their limbs broken!

This meant that Lucas had managed to break the limbs of at least four or five people every second! What terrifying speed!

He managed to effortlessly break the bones of humans like they were just straw!

Meanwhile, Lucas was standing still, completely unharmed. He wasn't breathing heavily at all, and his clothes were clean and spotless. This meant that Franco's underlings might have tried to attack Lucas but failed to even touch him!

What kind of a person is this? Who the hell is he?! A trace of fear, which Franco hadn't felt in a long time, suddenly surged in his heart.

"Punk, who exactly are you?" With a frown on his face, Franco asked in a deep voice that contained obvious traces of nervousness and scruples.

Lucas ignored his question and simply stared at him coldly, especially his muscular arms and strong legs.

"Which hand and leg did you use to slap and kick Mr. Carter just now?" Lucas asked indifferently.

Franco subconsciously felt some tension in his limbs, as he could tell that Lucas was obviously here to take revenge for William. His cheek muscles twitched, and he gritted his teeth. "What do you want?"

Lucas said indifferently, "If you choose to cripple one of your hands and one of your legs now, I'll consider letting you off for the time being. Otherwise, I guarantee that you will regret letting me do it for you!"

For several years now, Franco was used to being flattered and having others suck up to him. When he heard what Lucas said, he immediately flew into a rage and suddenly suppressed the fear within him.

"Damn it, how dare you say something like that to me? Do you really think my reputation is for nothing?"

Franco roared and ripped off his tank top to reveal the chiseled, defined, and extremely terrifying muscles of his upper body.

The workers watching from afar immediately gasped in shock.

Franco was scarily muscular, and his body was almost twice the width of Lucas's, which was tall and slim.

Franco not only had a few conspicuous scars on his face, but various hideous scars also covered his upper body. They were all of Franco's battle scars that he had accumulated over the years.

Facing Lucas, he flexed his bulging muscles and clenched his fists while hollering sinisterly, "Punk, don't think I'm afraid of you! Bring it on! I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Then he pounced at Lucas!