Chapter 293 Assassination Plot

The unexpected visitors tried to be stealthy, but their boots clicking against the hard ground gave them away.

‘Carey, go take care of them,’ Dwight ordered.

‘Yes, Mr President.’

Carey handed the umbrella to Dwight and swiftly moved toward the approaching group, all of whom were masked.

Their fierce auras clashed with Carey’s stoic demeanour.

Silence hung in the air until Carey engaged the enemy.

His moves weren’t typical; punches aimed at temples, not chests.

Facing six opponents, Carey showed no sign of disadvantage.

A backflip and a head clash left two assailants writhing on the ground.

Like a wolf on the hunt, his moves were aggressive and accurate.

Meanwhile, Dwight, separated from the rain and the brawl, observed calmly.

His umbrella shielded him as he watched Carey effortlessly handle the would-be assailants.

Skilled as they were, compared to Carey, they were far inferior.

Anyone trained by Dwight’s grandfather was extraordinary, and Carey was no exception.

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