novelraw Chapter 669: How Could I Possibly Lose
Chapter 669: How Could I Possibly Lose
Connor lowered his head, looking at the three people kneeling in front of him.Last night, it was too dark to see clearly. Now he could see that the three wore uniforms, tailored elegantly, with top-notch material. The clothes didn’t have a single crease, and the leader’s outfit was a deeper color, exuding a noble purple glow, as if symbolizing an identity.
No wonder Jace said they didn’t look like fraudsters.
"I don’t care who you really are, but I’m definitely not this Prince you’re talking about. Since you’re here, we might as well have a fight. If I win, you guys scram."
"And if the Prince loses?"
"Haha, what a joke. How could I possibly lose!"
"If the Prince loses, please come back with us to inherit the throne."
The leader finished speaking and slowly stood up.
Connor looked at him suspiciously. This person indeed looked decent and serious, as if it were true.
Are actors this dedicated nowadays?
The KS Organization really does have all sorts of talented people!
Connor flexed his wrist, then quickly punched, aiming straight at the opponent’s chest.
The leader reacted swiftly, stepping back and intercepting Connor’s wrist with his own, displaying strength and speed slightly surpassing Connor’s.
Connor immediately kicked out, but the opponent predicted the direction precisely, sidestepped to avoid it, and before his leg could descend, kicked fiercely from below, forcing him to lift his leg higher, leaving him unsteady.
Meanwhile, the leader’s palm had already struck his upper body multiple times in rapid succession, leaving afterimages in the air.
For the first time in his life, Connor was forced into such a passive position!
He tried to attack, but his path was blocked; he tried to defend, but his defense was breached.
He was suppressed at every turn, and his prized reaction speed was utterly overwhelmed!
The opponent’s reaction speed was faster and stronger!
After over a hundred fierce strikes, the leader’s palm formed a line, stopping one centimeter from Connor’s neck, his tone unruffled: "Prince, you lost."
Connor’s face turned pale, his blood churned, and his throat was dry, his eyes filled with disbelief!
This defies logic!
This person’s reaction speed exceeds human limits!
This person’s muscle strength is unbelievably strong!
He stared seriously at the leader, "Who are you?"
The leader withdrew his palm, bowed slightly with respect, "Prince, I am Hel Burke, one of His Majesty the King’s guards."
Connor’s face grew more unpleasant, "Are you saying there are many experts like you?"
"Not many, only eight, and four guards were sent by His Majesty the King to find you."
Seeing his face get worse, Hel couldn’t help but say, "Prince, you need not blame yourself. You were born of an outsider woman, your bloodline isn’t pure, so it’s normal not to awaken the innate powers and lose to me."
What nonsense? Impure bloodline?
Where did this person crawl out from? Mixed heritage is trendy and popular now, okay!
Connor looked at him gloomily and then at the two subordinates behind him, remembering he still had twenty similar subordinates, his gaze grew even more somber, "Are your subordinates all this capable?"
"Yes."
"How much for each? I’ll hire them to protect the Young Master with me from now on!"
Now it was Hel’s turn to look displeased, "The Prince mustn’t refer to others like that. How can our country’s Prince serve another as a Young Master! If the Prince returns to inherit the throne, we will automatically follow you. You don’t need to hire us; we protect only you, not others."