Chapter 543 - Trump Card
It was no wonder that Coby had been hired at a high price. His grasp was so fierce that it even produced a whistling sound in the air as his thick-jointed hands extended toward Lucas's face.
If Lucas couldn't dodge this move, his eyes would definitely be poked by him, and there would be more bloody holes in his face.
Smack!
Lucas raised his hand lightly, blocked the swift blow, and then immediately grabbed Coby's wrist.
Coby immediately switched tactics and tried to grab Lucas's wrist too.
A triumphant smile appeared on Marc's face.
He knew that Coby's greatest strength was his nimble hands and fingers. For instance, he could easily crack a solid bronze sculpture or even steel with his fingers, just as he had demonstrated to Kyle earlier!
Now, Coby had already grabbed Lucas's wrist, and he thought that he would definitely be able to crush his wrist into bits in the next instant!
"Ah!"
Indeed, the next moment, a miserable and shrilling scream rang in Marc's ears.
"Hahahaha, Lucas Gray, I said that you were going to die today… What?!"
After hearing the miserable shriek, Marc started laughing in triumph until he suddenly noticed that something was amiss.
His laughter abruptly stopped, and his eyes immediately widened, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
The person shrieking in front of him was Coby, for whom he had high hopes!
The person whose wrist was crushed was not Lucas, but Coby!
Coby's right hand had already been displaced and broken, while his face, which had always had a smug and confident expression, was covered in bulging veins and distorted beyond recognition. Large beads of sweat emerged from his face at a visible speed.
Across from him, Lucas was still standing in place with a straight face, completely composed and unperturbed.
"This… is impossible!" Marc blurted out.
His pupils seemed to be undergoing a magnitude 10 earthquake as they trembled nonstop. He couldn't believe what he was seeing!
"Is this your trump card? Seems like it's no big deal," Lucas said coldly.
Then he turned to the side and immediately kicked Coby in the chest!
Bang!
Coby's body was propelled backward, and the bones and internal organs in his chest immediately shattered. By the time he landed on the ground more than ten meters away, he was no longer breathing, and his heart was no longer beating either.
With a single kick, a top expert died just like that!
Marc's jaw dropped as he stood rooted to the ground with a magnitude-twelve tsunami of shock surging in his pupils. His body began to sway unsteadily from the extreme shock and horror.
"No… This can't be! This is absolutely impossible!" He couldn't believe this result at all.
Coby was an expert he had spent millions of dollars to poach from elsewhere. He had always been very confident in him, and of course, Coby had never disappointed him before.
But Marc couldn't believe that this expert he had pinned all his hopes on would fail to last even a round against Lucas and end up getting killed in seconds!
In that case, how terrifying was Lucas?!
When he thought of his confident threats and the promise to kill Lucas that he had made in front of Kyle and Lance, as well as to Jace Hutton, his heart began to sink.
Only now did he finally realize that he had greatly underestimated Lucas's strength, which was why he was caught in this situation now.
What will Lucas Gray do next?
Will he kill me?
If Lucas wanted to kill him now, there was no way for him to stop him!
At this moment, Marc's heart was full of regret.
Back when Kyle advised him to leave some backup plans in addition to Coby, he had felt that Kyle was deliberately making Lucas seem more impressive, so he had rejected him without hesitation.
Now, he just wished that he could turn back time. If he could, he wouldn't have made a move against Lucas easily, and he would have at least done a proper background check on Lucas!
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now!
Seeing Lucas looking at him with a cold and ruthless gaze, Marc felt as if the shadow of death was looming over him.
He shuddered uncontrollably before suddenly remembering that he had set up a trump card earlier. As long as he succeeded in pulling it, Lucas definitely wouldn't dare to kill him and might even succumb to being an obedient dog to him!
"Hah, Lucas Gray, do you think you've defeated me? Let me tell you, you're wrong, and you'll regret it right away!" Marc wiped a handful of cold sweat from his face and gritted his teeth while guffawing menacingly.
"Is that so? You've said that several times before." Lucas snickered and continued walking toward Marc.
"Stop!" Marc suddenly hollered. "Don't you want your wife, Cheyenne Carter, to stay alive?"
Hearing this, Lucas suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his face, which was expressionless most of the time, gradually turned cold.
He glared daggers at Marc. "How dare you threaten me with her life? You must die today!"
A terrifying murderous aura immediately emerged from Lucas's body, and even the pebbled ground under his feet cracked under the pressure of his domineering aura.
Marc was frightened by Lucas's intimidating aura. But as soon as he thought that he was still holding Lucas's Achilles' heel, he immediately had the courage to confront him again.
He grinned. "I've long gotten people to investigate you. You attach great importance to your wife, Cheyenne, and for her sake, you were even willing to suffer while living with the Carters. Even that bitch Karen Turner could climb all over you and disrespect you as she pleased. So, your wife must be your biggest weakness, right?
"Since I dared to call you to come here, I must have prepared well. Your absence from Orange County has given me the perfect opportunity! As long as your wife falls into my hands, you can only obey me like a dog. Otherwise, I'll immediately have people cut off her hands and feet and slash her face. Then I'll let my men have fun with her before finally killing her!"
Every time Marc said something, Lucas's face would become increasingly cold and hostile. In the end, his eyes were a bloodthirsty red as a strong killing intent emerged.
Marc truly enjoyed angering Lucas. "What? Do you hate me so much that you want to kill me immediately? But you can't. If you dare to lay a finger on me, I can guarantee that your wife will end up in a living hell!"
He burst into unrestrained and arrogant laughter.
Hah, so what if Lucas Gray is good at martial arts?
As long as I get hold of his greatest weakness, he won't dare to resist. Even if he's furious, he doesn't dare to say anything unpleasant to me anymore.
But at this moment, Lucas suddenly smirked in contempt and looked at Marc as if he was looking at a fool. "Do you really think that your men can get their hands on my wife?"