Chapter 1509

Quincy gnashed his teeth and said, "Hey, did you hear what I sa—"

"Hey, you.That woman over there.Stop it right there."

Before Quincy could finish his sentence, someone appeared and interrupted him.

A group of people surrounded them, and aman wearing a mink coat emerged from the crowd.

He was holding a cigar between his fingers as he lifted his eyes to look at Saydie.

"You’re quite a good fighter.Do you want to join our club and become one of our fighters? I assure you
that you’ll get more than $ 160,000."

Most of the fighters had a sponsor to back them up.

After all, some of the wealthy people treated wrestling as some sort of gamble.

The more they bet o n their target, the more money they would make once they one.

Saydie had defeated all of her opponents today, so it went without saying that they would come and try
to persuade her to join their club since she was such a good fighter.

Saydie glanced at him indifferently and said, "I’m not interested."

She was interested in wrestling but did not plan to venture into the world of wrestling.

After all, wrestling was a form of entertainment for her to relax.

It was not something that was worthy of her to risk her life.



She might accept the offer if she hadn’t come across Maisie as she needed to feed herself.

The man’s face sank as he said, "Are you looking down on us?"

Quincy did not want to cause big trouble, so he smiled and tried to ease the tension in the air.

"Sir, starting a new year with a fight isn't good, so why don't all of u s take a step back and chill out?"

"Shut the f*ck up, you d*mn four eyes.No one wants t o chill out with you.All I want is her, and I don’t
accept a no as an answer!"

The man raised his voice a n octave, and his men took a step forward.

Quincy removed his glasses and pulled the microfiber napkin out of his pocket to wipe his glasses.

Without lifting his head, he said, "Are you really sure about that?"

"You want to play the hero, huh? It seems like I need t o show you who’s the boss here."

The man took over the lighter handed by his men and lit up his cigar.

Then, he barked out his order, "Go get him."

The men who surrounded them closed in on Quincy.

Quincy put his glasses back into his pocket and lifted his head.

When the man standing nearest to him swung his fist at him, he wrapped his head with his jacket and
delivered a kick at him, sending the man flying a few feet into the air.

The rest of the people threw themselves at Quincy.

Although there were six of them, Quincy easily avoided all of their attacks but did not attack them.



No matter how many attacks the six people threw at Quincy, none of them could land a hit on him.

Saydie crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked from the side as Quincy toyed with his
opponents.

There was a deep frown on her face as she wanted to step forward and end the fight.

She was never someone who would drag out a fight.She just wanted to get rid of her enemies quickly,
so she did not know what Quincy was waiting for.

Soon, the six men ran out of energy and patience.

As they huffed heavily, they shouted at Quincy, "D*mn i t! Stop running if you’re a man!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Quincy finally started to fight back.

He threw punches at them without warning, and since he had been conserving his energy before this,
he effortlessly took them all down.

It was only now that Saydie understood what Quincy had been waiting for.

He was not dragging out the fight but wearing them out.

He did not fight back just now because he wanted to conserve his energy so that he could finish them
all quickly with the least amount of effort.

A quick fight was suitable for a one-on-one battle.

However, in an unfair situation where he had to fight with six people, he would run out of energy faster
than his opponents, so he had to come up with another tactic that would allow him to defeat all six of
them before he ran out of energy.



When the man saw that Quincy defeated all of his subordinates, he was so startled that he had
forgotten about his cigar.He just stood there, frozen stiff and shaking.

Quincy picked up the jacket and dusted it off.

He looked at the people who were moaning in pain on the ground and shook his head, "I’ve told you.It's
a new year.We could’ve ended this peacefully.Why must you guys make me fight?"

He did not like to fight.

That was why Hans had chosen to follow Titus.

Quincy walked to his car and opened the door.

Suddenly, he remembered something and turned his head to look at the dumbfounded man.

With a smile o n his face, he said, "I don't need to pay for the medical expenses, right?"

The man shook his head blankly.

His subordinates had been defeated, and his arrogance wilted.


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