overestimated the opponent

Chapter-121

"Ruth, when did you get a boyfriend? Why wasn't I informed?" Nigel's face turned ugly as he stared at Dustin with hostility.

"Do I need to report to you when I have a boyfriend? You really think too highly of yourself." Ruth rolled her eyes. She had already rejected Nigel multiple times, but he just wouldn't give up and continued to pester her.

"I'm just worried that you might be deceived. There are a lot of con artists these days who use their good looks to cheat people out of their wealth." Nigel said in a mocking tone.

"That's not true! Dustin is not a con man!" Sheila quickly defended him. When everyone fixed their gazes on her, Sheila realized that she had spoken out of turn and immediately shut her mouth.

"Ms. Murray, what's with the sachet on your neck?" Dustin suddenly noticed something unusual.

"Is there a problem?" Sheila picked up the sachet and examined it.

"Throw it away. It's a little suspicious." Dustin shook his head.

"Hey, what do you mean? This aromatic sachet can calm the mind and improve sleep. How suspicious can it be?" Claudia was displeased.

"I'm just telling the truth, Dustin replied calmly.

"If you're not sure, then shut up and stop being a smart aleck!" Claudia didn't mince her words.

"Claudia!" Sheila pouted in annoyance.

"Alright, alright. It's just a sachet. What's there to argue about? Come on, let's sit down and enjoy ourselves."

Ruth pulled Sheila to sit down beside her and started chattering away. Dustin was left feeling a little left out. Claudia glared at him and turned away in a huff. For some reason, she always felt uneasy around Dustin.

"Claudia, who is this guy anyway?" Nigel narrowed his eyes at Dustin.

"He's nothing special, just a doctor from the countryside. If you really want to know about him, he's skilled in the use of obscure hidden weapons," Claudia said coldly.

"I thought he was some big shot. Turns out, he's just a doctor. Hey, you there! Don't blame me for not warning you, you won't fit in our circle. If you have some brains, you'll leave on your own initiative!" Nigel sneered with disdain.

"That's right, a burn like you doesn't deserve to be Ruth's boyfriend, let alone compete with Mr. Lincoln!" Another girl dressed in yellow taunted Dustin.

"Oh, so what?" Dustin remained expressionless.

"So, you better have some self–awareness. Don't embarrass yourself. Do you see the Patek Philippe watch on Mr. Lincoln's wrist? You'll never earn that much money in your lifetime!"

"It seems like you still can't comprehend Mr. Lincoln's background. Let me educate you then. Mr. Lincoln's family dabbles in real estate located within Millsburg, owning assets worth several billion dollars. Their family's network is spread throughout the marketplace and the underworld." The girl in yellow said arrogantly.

"Not only does Mr. Lincoln have a strong family background, but he's also extremely outstanding. He graduated from Oxford University and earns millions of dollars every year. Besides that, he has practiced martial arts since a young age. Due to his natural talents, he was invited to be a member of the Martial Arts Association. He's truly accomplished in both literature and martial arts!"

"With Mr. Lincoln's identity and abilities, he is in the spotlight wherever he goes. A loser like you can never compare to him!"

"Hey, can't you say anything else?"

"So what?"

The girl in yellow rolled her eyes. Her face turned red with anger and disgust. It was so damn infuriating to talk to this guy!

"Punk, you've got a sharp tongue, but what good does it do? You will always be inferior to me in every way. In the face of my complete dominance, sweet talk and flattery will get you nowhere!" Nigel sneered.

"Oh, so what?" Dustin retorted.

"You…" Nigel's mouth twitched, feeling annoyed.

Damn it, why was this punk repeating the same sentence over and over again?

Couldn't they have a decent conversation?

Just as they were talking, they were interrupted by a commotion outside the door.

"Stop right there! This place has been booked for another event. Everyone who is not involved, please leave-!"

"Surround them! Don't let anyone escape!" Amidst curdling screams and cries, the door to the private room burst open.

A group of masked assassins dressed in black rushed in with an imposing aura. The bodyguards guarding the door were all taken out.

"Who are you people? Who let you in? Get out!" The girl in yellow stood up angrily.

"Fuck you!" The assassins' leader slapped her and sent her flying.

"What arrogance! How dare you have the audacity to stir up trouble here?" Nigel jumped up in a rage."Our target is Sheila Murray. Anyone who is not involved, get out of here!" The assassins' leader shouted.

"What?" Claudia frowned, on high alert. Judging from their attire, these assassins were most likely the same ones who ambushed them a few days ago.

"Bastards, who do you think you are, demanding to hand Sheila over? If you don't want to die, get the hell out of here!" Nigel's gaze was ferocious.

"What, are you trying to save the damsel in distress?" The assassins' leader eyed Nigel carefully.

"So what if I do?" Nigel puffed out his chest.

"You foolish idiot! Kill him!" The leader ordered his men without hesitation.

"Yes, sir!" The other assassins drew their swords and attacked Nigel.

"How dare you show off such petty tricks in front of me?" Nigel laughed coldly.

He rushed towards the assassins and gave them a roundhouse kick in the guts. His attack was swift and vicious. In a matter of seconds, he had defeated all of the assassins.

After finishing them off, he struck a confident pose.

"Oh my god! Mr. Lincoln is amazing!" Everyone's spirits were lifted upon seeing his victory. Some of the girls couldn't help but scream with adoration on their faces.

"These punks are no match for me! Nigel turned around and flashed a handsome smile to his fans.

However, at the next second, a fist the size of a sandbag hit him square in the face.

Nigel was caught by surprise. The attack caused him to become disoriented and his nose to bleed profusely.

Nigel's high spirits were short–lived.

"You attacked out of turn!" Nigel held his bleeding nose and scowled at the assassin's" leader.

Damn it, he didn't even have a chance to show off in front of Ruth! Where were his manners?

"It's your fault for getting distracted in battle! Are you tired of living?" The leader sneered.

"Scumbag, you are getting on my nerves! I'll give you one last chance to kneel and beg for mercy, otherwise. I will roundhouse kick you in the arse! Nigel glared at him viciously.

As he threatened, Nigel leaped into the air and did a somersault, looking quite impressive.

"Arrogant fool!" The assassins' leader's eyes were cold as he and his remaining men rushed toward Nigel at once.

"Be careful, Mr. Lincoln!" The girls exclaimed in shock.

"Don't overestimate yourself!" Nigel reared fearlessly as he took a step back to perform his special move. He spun around like a spinning top, attacking the assassins ferociously. His kicks were merciless and deadly; anyone who got close to Nigel was knocked down easily like dominoes. Even the assassins' leader could not withstand Nigel's attacks and was blown off his feet.

In just a minute, all the assassins were defeated. For that moment, Nigel seemed unrivaled and invincible!

"Wow, Nigel is amazing!"

"Oh my goodness, his fighting technique is cut off this world!"

"As expected of Mr. Lincoln, he is truly a terrifying martial artist! TM

Looking at the number of assassins lying incapacitated on the ground, everyone started complimenting Nigel. Their eyes were shining as they rained praise on their hero.

"This victory is not worth mentioning. They are just small fries!" Nigel stood with his hands behind his back, feigning nonchalance.

However, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Ruth while he spoke, with a haughty expression on his face.

"Mr. Lincoln, you were incredible! You make all of us feel safe just by having you around! Any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend!" The girl in yellow held her hands to her chest, looking up at Nigel with admiration.

"You're flattering me." Nigel smiled modestly.

"It's only natural for a man to protect a woman. I'm not like some coward who hides at the back and relies on women for protection. That's really pathetic!" Nigel looked at Dustin intentionally to prove his point.

"Hey, you! Didn't you have a sharp tongue? Why are you not saying anything now? Are you dumb?' The girl in yellow sneered, her face full of disdain.

"If you ask me, someone here is all talk and no action. Most of the time, he is as arrogant as a peacock. However, when things go wrong, he is the first person to flee."

"Ruth, now it's obvious which choice is better, right? If it weren't for Mr. Lincoln, we wouldn't have been able to fight against these vicious people."

"That's right! When looking for a boyfriend, we should find a real man like Mr. Lincoln! As for the guy next to you, you should forget about him, What's the use of having a cowardly and timid man around?"

At that moment, everyone was gossiping about the two of them. Nigel proved his bravery and strength, while Dustin did nothing like a coward. Comparing the two, it was clear who was better.

"Dustin, why didn't you do anything just now?" Listening to the harsh comments of those around her, Ruth couldn't help but frown.

She knew that Dustin was skilled in martial arts, although not necessarily stronger than Nigel. However, dealing with a few petty assassins shouldn't be a problem.

"These small fries don't interest me," Dustin said nonchalantly.

"Small fries? You may be a coward, but your words are quite the opposite!"

"Just admit that you are pathetic. How dare you find excuses for yourself?"

"He only knows how to talk big, but he's actually just a coward!"

"What a wimp, disgusting loser!"

Remaining silent would have been better for Dustin, as anything he said only led to contempt.

"Punk, it's obvious that you don't have the guts nor the ability to fight. Why pretend to be tough? If you kneel down and beg. I might teach you a few moves so you won't wet yourself from fear the next time." Nigel sneered.

"If you're so capable, then take down those two behind you first." Dustin pointed his chin to the door. Nigel turned around in surprise and saw that there were indeed two more people.

Both of them were bald, one dressed in green and the other in black. They were muscular and burly men, with fierce eyes and bulging biceps.

"Oh! Who are these two men who don't fear death?" Nigel smirked scornfully.

"Was it you who injured our men?" The bald man in green spoke first.

"Yes, it's me. What are you going to do about it? What, do you want to have a taste of my roundhouse kick too? Nigel replied arrogantly.

"Roundhouse kick? Heh, trash!" The green baldy sneered.

"Fool! How dare you look down on me? Today, I'll let you witness my special move, the Whirlwind Kick!" As Nigel spoke, he leaped into the air.

Whirling around, he kicked up a fierce tornado that looked very impressive. The girls around him were dazzled by his moves.

"Mr. Lincoln, go for it!"

"Take them down!"

Full of admiration, they cheered Nigel on. Gathering his strength, Nigel smashed a powerful blow into the bald man's skull. A muffled sound was heard.

However, the bald man in green was unscathed by the attack. He didn't even move a muscle, just slightly tilted his head.

On the other hand, Nigel's bones were fractured, and his whole body went numb.

"You-!" Nigel was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Even when he attacked using his full power, he still couldn't break his opponent's defense. In contrast, his leg was shattered by the reaction force.

What kind of monster was this that popped out of nowhere?

"Whirlwind Kick? Is that all?" The bald man in green sneered and grabbed Nigel's leg. He flung Nigel up into the air, smashing into the ceiling.

After that, his body fell to the ground, flattened like a mere bug. Before Nigel could get up, a deafening sound was heard as the bald man slammed Nigel's face deeper into the ground, causing the floor to crack.

Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't even scream in agony. His body was severely injured, with countless fractures all over.

"You're not even worth my time!" The bald man in green sneered with an expression of disdain.

When they saw Nigel lying motionless on the ground, everyone was stunned. Their eyes widened in shock.