Chapter 251
Several black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the Park Place entrance. The doors opened, and a young man in brightly colored clothes emerged. His handsome features and imposing demeanor commanded attention. Behind him followed a group of martial artists in eccentric uniforms, each radiating an intimidating aura. Their controlled breathing made it clear they were no ordinary individuals.
Two bodyguards at the entrance warned them, “This is Harmon family territory. Leave immediately!”
“Too loud,” the young man said, waving his hand. The bodyguards flew backward, blood spurting from their mouths, as if hit by a speeding car.
The group then strutted into Park Place. Inside, Natasha sipped tea, a financial report in her hands. Business had been booming for the Harmon family in recent days due to the invention of Immortunol; company stock prices were skyrocketing. If this continued, Natasha calculated she could surpass Edwin's wealth within a year and a half, becoming Swinton's first female billionaire.
She heard someone at the entrance and looked up, spotting the group of eccentrically dressed men. The young man stood at their center.
“Who are you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Hummer. Joshua Hummer,” he replied with a faint smile.
Natasha narrowed her eyes. “Mr. Hummer, don’t you think barging into my residence is excessive?”
“Is it? I don’t think so,” he said with an ambiguous smile. “Ms. Harmon, I’ll be direct. I’m here for three things: First, Immortunol has caused considerable losses to the Hummers. Hand over the formulation. Second, my sister was humiliated—thanks to a bastard named Dustin. Bring his head to the Hummer residence as an apology. Third, you’ll be a guest at the Hummer residence tonight.”
Joshua spoke lightly, like a master giving orders. Even the composed Natasha lost her composure. “Joshua Hummer, did you hit your head? You want my man’s head? Who gave you the courage to speak that way?” She found his unreasonable demands appalling.
“Natasha Harmon, I’m not negotiating. I’m giving you a chance. Know your place.”
“Hmph! Do you think you’re in Hummer territory?” she slammed the table. Numerous bodyguards emerged and surrounded the Hummer entourage.
“Ms. Harmon, what happened?” Stephan, their leader, asked.
“Mr. Chapman, we have uninvited guests. Show them out,” Natasha ordered coldly.
“Yes, ma’am.” He glared at Joshua. “Dear guests, you are not welcome here. Please leave.”
“Hmph! A pity,” Joshua smirked. He vanished and reappeared before Stephan, placing him in a chokehold. Stephan struggled, unable to breathe or move.
“The audacity of a low-level martial artist like you. Kneel!” Joshua lifted and slammed Stephan to the ground, cracking the floor and leaving a crater. Blood sprayed from Stephan’s legs. He then kicked Stephan several meters, sending him crashing into a wall.
“How insolent! Get them!” Natasha raged. The bodyguards charged, armed with batons.
“Ants,” Joshua muttered dismissively. He unleashed a surge of powerful energy, sending the bodyguards flying. Groans echoed around the room.
“An external manifestation of energy? Have you achieved divinity?” A horrified, injured Stephan gasped. Countless martial artists dreamt of achieving divinity, a level far surpassing even skilled low-level artists who could split rocks and lift thousands of pounds.