Chapter 120 The Mr. Lewis That No One Likes

"Donald, lose him!"

He sat on the edge of the sofa, crossed his legs, his fingers pushed up his glasses a little. The charming eyes behind the lenses had little smiles and a lot more coldness.

Yudel looked elegant and courteous, yet tough and ruthless.

Donald replied, "Yes sir!"

And the bodyguards immediately rushed in at his call, surrounding Boris.

Boris glanced around half-smiling, loosened his tie, and looked down to roll up his sleeves.

And soon, he revealed his sturdy wheat-colored arms, muscular and full of strength.

He stretched out his hand for a challenging gesture, "Let's not waste time. I'll take you all on."

Yudel snorted and snapped his fingers, "Get him!"

Six bodyguards instantly charged forward, and a group fight ensued.

Boris was educated an elite since childhood, and martial arts was a required course.