139. Shouldn't have come...

"I told you to shut up..." his voice low and calm but packed with rage and terror. 

"Y_You think you can beat up a_all remaining thirteen men?" he stutters a bit, as he had not expected Damon to take on three able-bodied men at the same time.

"I'm not thinking, I'm acting on it." and that was all Henry heard last, the next thing that followed was bodies dropping to the floor like pebbles.

Isla's breath hitched in her throat as she watched him taking down each and everyone, in an even quicker and faster manner that what she watched in action movies. 

IN a minute, there were bodies lying carelessly on the ground, just three men stood standing. Henry, his secretary Simon, and Damon himself.

His knuckles bruised and bloody from the immense blows he'd landed on the goons.

"Come here," he breaths heavily, pointing at Henry.