Chapter 368 You''re Digging Your Own Grave!


    Fernanda''s words echoed in Gorman''s mind-Collin had been pretending to be crippled all along. The revtion pressed down on Gorman like a stone.


    As he took down one of Gorman''s men with brutal precision, Collin surged forward, his eyes locked on his true


    target.


    Simultaneously, Collin''s men shed fiercely with Gorman''s, chaos erupting in every corner of Gorman''s opulent vi.


    "Have you lost your minds? How dare you cause such uproar in Mr. Green''s ce!" Gorman''s men shouted incredulously, their voicesced with shock and outrage, only to be swiftly silenced by Collin''s men''s decisive


    blows.


    The air was thick with tension, the conflict escting rapidly. Everything unfolded in a blur, causing Gorman''s pupils to dte in shock for a split second.


    As Collin''s formidable fist descended, Gorman, driven by instinct, attempted to sidestep.


    However, the action triggered a stabbing pain in his already wounded shoulder. "Ugh!" he groaned, grimacing as the pain momentarily clouded his senses.


    This fleeting hesitation was all Collin needed-his punch connected with devastating precision.


    The impact sent Gorman tumbling off the sofa, his body crashing onto the floor with a heavy thud.


    Dazed and reeling, he scrambled to regain his footing, his injured shoulder now a mere afterthought amidst the


    turmoil.


    Cradling his throbbing jaw, he glimpsed fresh blood on his arm.


    Fuming with rage, he locked eyes with Collin and hissed through clenched teeth, "You piece of shit, Collin! You really think you can hit me and get away with it? You''re digging your own grave!"


    Collin met Gorman''s re with cold indifference and threw another unyielding punch, striking him directly in


    the face.


    Gorman copsed to the floor, his body refusing to cooperate.


    "Boss!" his men eximed in shock, rushing forward to form a protective barrier around him.


    The double blow not only bruised his body but also his ego.


    He med the sharp pain in his shoulder for his current plight.


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    On any other night, Collin would have stood no chance against him.


    Enraged to the breaking point, Gorman barked furiously, "Everyone, take him down! Show this fool his ce!"


    At hismand, a wave of his loyal bodyguards flooded the living room, outnumbering Collin''s crew.


    With a smug grin, Gorman watched the tide turn.


    Collin had run out of luck-there was no way out this time.


    Despite any skills he might possess, he was on Gorman''s territory, surrounded and outsmarted.


    Gorman was confident that Collin was fighting a losing battle.


    Gorman''s men were swiftly closing in, their menacing steps echoing ominously. In


    a flurry, Collin''s men surged forward, forming a human barrier around him.


    "Mr. Riley, be careful!"


    Yet, despite their valor, Gorman''s forces proved overwhelming.


    They descended like a storm, quickly overpowering Collin''s men.


    "Get your filthy hands off us!" Collin''s men grunted as they struggled in vain, their efforts futile against the tightening grip of their adversaries. They could only watch, dismayed, as the enemy encircled Collin.


    Standing arrogantly, Gorman taunted him, his voice dripping with disdain. "Collin, kneel now and beg, and perhaps I''ll spare your pathetic life."


    Yet, Collin''s response was a study in cool defiance. He scanned the hostile faces surrounding him with a serene, almost dismissive nce. "It seems you''re the one who''s mistaken about who should be begging," he retorted sharply, his tone steady.


    Gorman was taken aback by Collin''s audacity, a wave of frustration washing over him.


    That arrogant bastard, Collin-how the hell had he dared to act like he owned the ce?


    He needed to teach that cocky bastard a lesson he wouldn''t forget!


    With a malevolent re, Gorman narrowed his eyes and issued a chilling


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