Chapter 133 – Fake Formula
The gang members guarding the warehouse burst through the doors and were stunned to see a stranger—young, calm, and completely out of place—standing among their unconscious comrades.
Who was he?
How did he get in?
They had been stationed at the only entrance the entire time. No one could've entered without them noticing. Yet here he was, standing over the collapsed bodies of their boss and others as if he'd simply walked through the walls.
But once they recognized the bald man lying motionless on the floor, rage overtook their confusion.
"Who cares who he is—beat him up!"
Weapons in hand, they charged at John like wild animals.
Moments later, all that could be heard was a rapid series of thuds followed by groans. The would-be attackers lay sprawled out on the floor beside their boss, their faces bruised, their minds blank—completely unaware of what just happened.
John hadn't even broken a sweat.
He stood there, still as calm as ever, like he had just swatted away a few bothersome flies.
Yelena stared, speechless.