Bully Lord

Part-153

As Sourov prepared to charge at Arad, James intervened. "Wait," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "We need to talk."

Arad raised an eyebrow, his expression amused. "Talk?" he scoffed. "We're done talking."

Before James could respond, a group of men appeared from behind them, their faces masked. It was clear that they were Arad's accomplices.

"You're surrounded," Arad said, his voice dripping with menace. "Let's see how tough you are now."

Suddenly, the trio found themselves trapped, surrounded by a group of hostile individuals. They knew they were outmatched, but they refused to give up. They fought back with everything they had, but it was a hopeless struggle. Because there was at least 30 goons here.

One by one, they were taken down, their bodies aching from the blows. James, the last one standing, fought with a desperate ferocity. He knew that if he went down, his friends would be at their mercy.

But even with all his strength and determination, he was no match for the sheer number of attackers. He was eventually overpowered and thrown to the ground.

As the trio lay on the ground, beaten and bruised, they looked up at Arad with defiance in their eyes. They had failed, but they refused to give up. They would find a way to bring these scammers to justice, no matter what it took.

Arad watched them for a moment, a flicker of respect in his eyes. "You're a tough bunch," he admitted. "But you're out of your league."

On the other hand, James chose not to activate Crisis Mode. With so many enemies surrounding them, he knew that if Crisis Mode’s limitations ended abruptly, he would be overwhelmed and left vulnerable.

Instead, he focused on minimizing risk and avoiding harm as much as possible. Handling the situation carelessly could cost them their lives, so caution was essential.

James pondered for a moment and then a smile spread across his face.

Arad noticed the grin and asked, "Why are you smiling like that?"

James replied, "It’s because we’re about to win. My father is a policeman, and I’ve contacted him. He’s sending the Rapid Action Battalion here. I made sure they can track my location through GPS."

Arad looked at him with suspicion. In reality, James had not contacted his father at all. He wanted to keep his investigation (coming to slum) a secret from his family, especially from his father.

Arad smirked, "Oh really? Do you expect us to believe that? It sounds like you're just making things up."

James’s smile widened. "Why not test it and see for yourself?"

Arad stood over them, his face a mask of contempt. "You thought you were so clever," he taunted. "You thought you could outsmart me."

Sourov, his anger momentarily overshadowed by fear, managed to speak. "You're a lowlife," he spat, his voice filled with disgust.

Arad laughed, a cold, calculating sound. "Maybe," he admitted. "But I'm a successful one. I've made a lot of money from this little scam."