"Don't be so shocked! Jinzhou is my William Foster family's turf. Even if I poke a hole in the sky, someone will patch it up for me!" William Foster sneered and said, "That bitch actually delayed me for four whole years because of you! Hmph, after I kill you, I'll go back and deal with her slowly!"

David Bolton flew into a rage, suddenly did a kip-up, flipped off the bed and stood up, shouting, "If you dare lay a finger on her, I'll kill you!"

"Haha, I'm not just going to lay a finger on her, I'm going to fuck her hard, fuck her until she's ruined! That filthy slut has slept with you many times, hasn't she? Damn it, she actually dared to cuckold me, William Foster!" William Foster's face twisted with ferocity, his handsome image instantly collapsing.

"Bastard!" David Bolton roared, suddenly leaping at William Foster.

William Foster snorted coldly and ordered the two musclemen, "Throw him off the balcony!"

"Yes!" The two musclemen responded in unison and moved to confront David Bolton.

William Foster was naturally confident in his two battle-hardened bodyguards. He relaxedly said to David Bolton, "'Heartbroken lover leaps to his death for love'—how about that for tomorrow's newspaper headline? That bitch's expression will be priceless when she sees it!"

David Bolton was utterly unafraid. He lost his parents young and had always been rebellious, a local bully who fought with no one to discipline him! It was only after entering university that he mellowed out, stopped fighting, and joined the martial arts club, sparring with others every day.

He was born with great athletic talent and was extremely agile. After just two years in the martial arts club, he managed to beat a coach who was said to have placed ninth in the national martial arts competition! Over the years, David Bolton had never stopped training, and his physical condition was incredibly strong!

Those two musclemen were clearly skilled, or they wouldn't be William Foster's bodyguards! But in David Bolton's eyes, they were nothing!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

David Bolton's fists moved like lightning, his footwork twisting like a snake. His set of "misstep chaotic fists" was practiced and ruthless, leaving the two musclemen utterly defenseless.

William Foster was both shocked and furious, never expecting David Bolton to have such terrifying skills! In a moment of hot-headedness, he didn't have time to think, and with a backhand, pulled a small pistol from his tuxedo, aiming it at David Bolton and pulling the trigger!

David Bolton wasn't surprised that a powerful family like the Liu's could get their hands on guns, but the fact that William Foster dared to use a pistol in public still shocked him! Seeing the black muzzle pointed at him, David Bolton instinctively pulled a muscleman in front of him.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and a burst of bloody red bloomed on the muscleman's back. The bodyguard didn't even have time to scream before collapsing to the ground.

William Foster, not stopping at one, hesitated only a moment before raising the pistol again, aiming at David Bolton.

David Bolton wasn't about to be a sitting duck. He quickly used a grappling move to seize the other muscleman, using him as a human shield, and charged straight at William Foster.

Seeing William Foster aiming the black muzzle at him, the muscleman broke out in a cold sweat and screamed, "James Foster, don't shoot! Don't—"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone as selfish and reckless as William Foster would never heed a subordinate's plea. He pulled the trigger six times in a row, emptying the magazine.

Amid the smoke, the second muscleman was shot several times in the chest, abdomen, and head, dying instantly! But his corpse, pushed by David Bolton, barreled forward and, with lightning speed, crashed into William Foster just as he was about to reload!

David Bolton slipped out from behind the muscleman's body, raised his hammer-like fist, and smashed it hard into William Foster's face.

The punch was incredibly powerful. William Foster's gold-rimmed glasses flew off, a gash appeared on his face, and blood streamed down.

David Bolton reached out with his right hand, dragged William Foster out from under the fallen muscleman, a cold glint in his eyes, and punched him again.

"Ah—" William Foster, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, had never suffered such pain before and screamed miserably! But he was ruthless too, glaring at David Bolton and saying, "Bastard, you dare hit me! You're dead! I'm not only going to kill you, I'm going to chop up your corpse and feed it to the dogs!"

No matter how good one's temper is, after being shot at seven times, it's impossible to stay calm! David Bolton was already furious, and seeing William Foster still threatening him, he grew even angrier. He threw another punch, and with a "smack," William Foster's face was instantly covered in blood as he spat out seven or eight broken teeth.

"James Foster! James Foster!" A chorus of shouts rang out as more than ten musclemen rushed into the room, some with bulges at their waists, clearly carrying weapons!

William Foster was overjoyed and shrieked, "Kill him for me! Kill him!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The musclemen, upon receiving the order, immediately charged at David Bolton, some even drawing short knives that gleamed coldly.