Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 601 - 609: Overpowering Ten Sessions with Strength

Chapter 601: Chapter 609: Overpowering Ten Sessions with Strength

Amid the talk, it was inevitable that they would choke on their words, and as a bodyguard, Yang Yi naturally had no right to butt in. But since Ferdinand was not allowing Jethro to leave, as Jethro’s bodyguard, Yang Yi had to make a stand.

Yang Yi positioned himself in front of Jethro and gazed at Ferdinand, his hand on the grip of his gun.

Ferdinand looked coldly at Yang Yi and, although he made no gesture, his group of subordinates immediately tightened the circle around them considerably.

After a moment of silence, Jethro said in a deep voice, "I can stay."

Upon hearing Jethro’s words, Yang Yi immediately stepped to the side and then continued to stand by Jethro’s side.

"I can stay, but I don’t have manpower to commit to the fight against Big Ivan," Jethro said. "They are my bodyguards, responsible only for my safety. I can’t direct them to do anything beyond protecting me."

Jethro finally finished speaking and then he waved his hand to Yang Yi and whispered, "It’s okay, no need to be tense."

Ferdinand glanced at Yang Yi and asked coldly, "They are just bodyguards, but since they have heard secrets they shouldn’t have, how do you plan to deal with them in the end?"

Jethro frowned and replied, "They are my bodyguards; wherever I go, they naturally follow. Even if they have heard something, it falls on me. As long as the boss still trusts me, you have no right to meddle with my people. Ferdinand, I know you’re eager to establish your authority and show off your power as the new leader, but you’re making a mistake by targeting me!"

Ferdinand’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had something to say. Yang Yi secretly prepared for action, for if Ferdinand decided to turn hostile, whether he intended to kill Jethro or them, a big fight would be inevitable.

If a fight was to happen, they would definitely need to strike first.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely delicate and tense, Ferdinand’s phone rang.

Ferdinand, who was already preparing to take action, had his rhythm disrupted by the sudden phone call. He frowned but soon answered the call.

After listening to the phone for a while, Ferdinand said in a low voice, "Understood."

Casually ending the call, Ferdinand pondered for a moment before turning to his subordinates and saying in a deep voice, "The operation is canceled."

What operation was canceled, and why? Without Ferdinand’s voluntary explanation, Jethro obviously didn’t know, and Yang Yi was even more in the dark.

After Ferdinand announced the cancellation of the operation, Jethro said indifferently, "If there’s nothing else, may I leave now?"

Ferdinand revealed a very relaxed smile and then said solemnly, "There will be many operations to come. I don’t think it’s suitable for you to leave now. Aren’t you supposed to be ready to assist me at any time?"

Jethro replied coldly, "I’m here to offer some suggestions, but there’s no point in advising you now, since you won’t take them anyway. So it’s better for me to leave on my own."

Ferdinand shook his head and said with an indifferent face, "No, you cannot leave because I’m worried you might leak information to certain people."

Jethro could no longer restrain himself and shouted, "What you’re implying is that I would be a traitor; there are serious consequences for making such a statement!"

Ferdinand chuckled and replied, "I’m not accusing or doubting you. I’m just taking necessary precautions for safety. You just need to stay in a safe place, you don’t even need your bodyguards, because I will ensure your safety. You should understand this."

Jethro said angrily, "You want to imprison me?"

Ferdinand shook his head, "It’s not imprisonment, just necessary precautions for safety."

Before Jethro could speak, Ferdinand’s men had already surrounded him.

Actually, it was nothing but Ferdinand, having canceled the operation, was determined to immediately rid himself of the Jethro problem, whether through imprisonment or house arrest. Essentially, he wanted to keep Jethro under close watch.

Ferdinand’s tall and big African subordinate reached for Jethro, intending to grab his shoulder.

It was time for action, there was nothing left to say.

Firing guns was out of the question since, although Ferdinand’s men were all armed, no one had brandished their weapons, so although Yang Yi and his companions also carried guns, and had them close at hand, if the opponents weren’t intent on showing arms but were looking to resolve things barehanded, they too had to settle it without weapons.

The African man reaching for Jethro was at least one meter ninety-five tall, big, and especially muscular, and when he extended his huge hand like a giant fan towards Jethro with a ferocious expression, it was incredibly intimidating.

Yang Yi did not make a move. It was Zhang Yong who stepped forward.

Zhang Yong took a step forward, raised his hand, and placed it on the African’s arm, then gave it a downward pull and tug.

The African was only slightly affected, and his hand continued reaching for Jethro without going down or even much distortion of movement as Zhang Yong had expected.

Zhang Yong was surprised; then he put more strength into his hand. The African, however, just shook his extended arm vigorously and flung Zhang Yong to the side.

Zhang Yong’s face turned red instantly, not from exerting too much force, but from sheer embarrassment.

It was utterly humiliating. While Zhang Yong wasn’t a power player in terms of fighting style, he was strong. Under normal circumstances, by the time someone felt his hand on them and he tugged like that, he would’ve tripped them over, stealthily making them a laughing stock.

But now, Zhang Yong had failed.

The adage ’pure strength can overpower any skill’ held true here. The African’s strength was so immense that Zhang Yong’s technique was useless.

The African looked even more annoyed than Zhang Yong after being forcefully pulled off balance twice, and as he turned around, his left fist swung out toward Zhang Yong’s head.

Zhang Yong, his face still red, didn’t show any intention of dodging. He ducked his head, avoiding the African’s punch, and with a lightning-fast move, struck the African’s armpit.

Zhang Yong wasn’t tall, but the African was very big, which allowed Zhang Yong to hit the African’s extremely vulnerable underarm.

In theory, the African should have fallen, as Zhang Yong’s Inch-Power Punch was formidable, enough to break the ribs of an ordinary person.

But the African wasn’t an ordinary person; his punch missed, and though he took a punch to the armpit, he only retreated two steps, grimacing as he rubbed his underarm, and then with a furious look, raised both fists and pounced on Zhang Yong.

And Zhang Yong, his face even redder now, was at that very moment when Anton, unable to restrain himself, let out a soft chuckle.