Arthur Brown watched the petite and sweet Eastern Girl approach with a smile, and it felt as if he were seeing a Demon crawling out of Hell.
"Stop, stop, we... we can talk it over."
Nolan Morrison sneered, "I don't think there's anything we need to discuss."
After saying this, he suddenly turned around, and the hand holding the gun smashed down fiercely, the hard gunstock landing squarely on the head of the bodyguard who had just gotten up.
The bodyguard's Wrist was slashed, but his Legs were still fine.
Unfortunately, before he could do anything, Nolan Morrison spotted him, which was truly his bad luck.
That strike from Nolan Morrison was like an iron lump hitting his head, and blood immediately gushed out as he fell unconscious.
Now, the three bodyguards brought by Arthur Brown, although not dead, all have lost their Combat power, especially those two, Eighty percent likely to end up as eunuchs in the future.
