The Hero

Chapter 132 I Can't Fight

After dinner that night, Chessie went with her subordinates to take care of some business negotiations with a certain boss. Javier wants to join him, but Chessie rejects him because they are unwilling to pay, if there is an unfamiliar facial appearance.

However, seeing his calm performance, Javier knows that nothing will happen to him. He wasn't too worried after they split up and asked Herschel to hang out with him.

Dinner at the hotel could not satisfy her appetite, as she felt like eating street food. This was in his favor because he could drink beer with Herchel and chat about the past of the latter. They have known each other for a long time and never talked about it. Therefore, Herschel briefly introduced himself because they had some street food.

“My family didn't do well when I was young, and I was pretty reckless. They have a military recruitment base in our area, so I signed up. I actually did well in the army and got myself a master who was the champion of the military martial arts competition.

“I spent two years in a base-level company before my master took me to Knifepoint, also known as special forces. I spent three more years in the company before going to military school thanks to his strong drive and love.

“When I graduated from military school, my master left, killed by enemy traps while he was on a mission. I returned to Knifepoint after an urgent request and took over my master's position. I want to avenge him.”

Clinking the bottle with Javier and chugging the beer, Herschel burped before continuing to talk about his past.

“I want to think that my efforts paid off. I spent another two years at Knifepoint and ended up capturing an enemy that trapped my master during the mission. He gave up, but I didn't accept it. I stabbed him 103 times and killed him.

“A friend of mine competing for a position with me reported me, and the higher-ups decided it was a serious offense. My friend took that position away from me. I was so angry that he stabbed me in the back that I taught him a lesson.

“Akh basically attacked the boss, and combined with the serious offense I have shown and the fact that this comrade has some connections to support him, I was then respectfully dismissed.

“I didn't take anything in the last few years, just war and murder, so I have been living abroad as a mercenary, Nasser saved me during the previous mission, he said, and I worked for him to repay his bud.

“That's it. The rest is history”

A straightforward, but rather brilliant resume. They took another bottle of beer, roasted Herschel, before they paid and left after a nice party and some drinks, he said,

When the two of them left the place and walked into an alley, about a dozen people trapped them there from both ends. Andrew then appeared behind these people,

Kneeling off his typical middle hairstyle, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Javier, great, huh? You made me lose 1.5 million dollars. Chessie's not here tonight. I want to see who else will protect you.”

Javier pointed at Herschel, who was next to him. "He can."

Herschel looked extremely depressed, even a little helpless.

Andrew was very happy to see it. “Javier, oh Javier, why did you rent such trash as a bodyguard? I think you can forget the struggle now. Return another 1.5 million dollars and 1.5 million dollars as compensation and we will consider this completed. You're…"

Andrew continued, but Javier looked at Herschel with curiosity. “Why do you look so agitated?”

Herschel nodded firmly. “That's because of me, not knowing how to fight! ”

The thugs that Andrew had brought were amused and kept laughing out loud. They are the best at fighting—that's all they do. Some of them even suggested that they could teach Herschel and Javier how to fight.

Javier asked Herschel, "You really don't know how to fight?"

Oh, ho, listen to that guy! What bluff! Maserati could not even be her rival, as she was already so far ahead in terms of bragging that she only left behind a trail of dust.

Even Javier couldn't stand it when he crouched in a corner and lit a cigarette, looking like an old man crouched near a farm. The criminals also couldn't stand it and started cracking their knuckles and rubbing their palms together, as they wanted nothing more than to beat up Herschel.

Andrew held them off as he turned to Javier. “I don't have time to listen to your jokes. You have two choices. You -"

Andrew once again raved to Javier and instructed the group of thugs. “Go, get that maker. Get him!"

Andrew was still talking, and it was he who brought the thugs there, but the group attacked Herschel in front of Javier.

Herschel panic. "I really don't know how to fight!"

Seeing Herschel being punched twice, Javier quickly added, "As long as you don't kill them, a crippled count will be on me!"

Javier regretted it when those words came out of his lips.

Herschel without mercy. A thug raised a wooden stick to hit him, but he caught the thug's arm before he could land the blow and broke it with a crack as if he were breaking a wooden blade.

The shattered white bones pierced through the man's skin directly, and blood splattered before continuing to radiate…

It usually takes a person five minutes to quietly finish a cigarette, but Javier is quite hasty when smoking, sucking for the sake of puffing. No one beat him up, but he thought of spending his cigarettes quickly to help Herschel. It would be futile to throw away that cigarette - it costs 80 cents per stick!

However, he had not even managed to finish his cigarette by the time the dozen brash thugs were lying on the ground with broken arms or broken legs, all of them wailing and groaning in pain.

Upon closer inspection, there was even one of them lying on the ground with his neck twisted to the side, lying motionless.

Javier freezing. “Sh *t, you broke his neck? It doesn't fall into the disability category, okay ?! ”

Herschel waved his hand. “I didn't do it. She's lucky. I pulled my arm back to hit someone, but my elbow made him fall. I can't possibly go up and break his arm now that he's unconscious, right?”

As the two men discussed this, Andrew was stunned. To ambush Javier, he specifically asked for a dueling thug, one who could fight two or three people alone. However, they were all now paralyzed.

The thing is, the two men opposite him are ridiculous. One of them talked about killing casually, while the other smoked in a corner and just woke up now.

Whatwhat the fuck? What the hell's going on?

Flicking the tip of the cigarette, a sign that he has not thrown away the 80 cents, Javier walked up to approach Andrew.

“You had the courage to give me two choices just now, didn't you? Come on, give me two more options now. I'll think about this."

Javier is ready to teach Andrew a lesson!