Chapter 1145 The Fight
“J’Adore, you always seem so tough and cold. I wonder how you’ll look like when you lose control.”
Janet remained expressionless when she heard the first half of what he said. However, her fists tightened the moment he brought up Mason. At once, she tried to maintain her calm and said coldly, “Don’t worry about that. He won’t come.”
However, he didn’t seem to believe what she said. There was a hint of a smile on his lips as he reached out his hand to her in persuasion. “J’Adore, come.”
At this moment, Desire and Lara were focused on the man’s every movement, afraid that he’d pull out a gun at any moment.
Janet’s face turned cold. “Desire, Lara, you two can head out first. Without my orders, nobody is allowed to come here.”
Similarly, Corey waved the men by his side off like she did and coldly said, “J’Adore is right. Since it’s something between us, we shall settle it ourselves! J’Adore, I will have you begging on your knees!”
After they gave their orders, everyone started to retreat. It seemed that they were confident in their leaders.
At this moment, Janet refuted, “We don’t know who’ll be the one begging in the end yet.”
With a squint, Corey said, “No worries. No matter what, it will only end with you begging me on the ground.”
Without further ordeal, the two began to fight. As men had greater strength by nature, the harm caused would be bigger if the attacks were executed skillfully and efficiently.
Squinting his eyes, Corey lifted his leg in preparation to land it hard on her abdomen.
Meanwhile, Emily’s gaze was fixated on the two who were fighting. She then yelled with all her might. “Janet Jackson, you b*tch! Finally, someone’s putting you in your place! Hahahahaha!”
Before Emily’s hysterical laughing came to a stop, Janet successfully dodged Corey’s attacks easily. Not only that, she had dodged every single attack he threw her way without much of an effort.
“J’Adore, your skills are indeed solid. Even after falling in love, your fighting skills are still pretty good.” To be honest, he was surprised that her skills were so great. It seemed that she was not known as the lethal Shadow 1 for nothing. With that, his face turned darker.
Looking at his troubled expression, she smirked. “Corey, no matter what you say, I draw with Peter Welch in fighting skills. Since you’re not even as good as him, what makes you think you can beat me?”
At this moment, Corey’s handsome face seemed scarily ferocious. He then growled, “J’Adore, it’s only because of you that I’m the puppet president. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in Yobril. Now, you’re telling me all these disgusting things.”
“No! You’re so wrong!” Janet said as she continued to dodge his attacks. “If it wasn’t for me, Markovia wouldn’t be what it is today. The weak shall perish in this era! Why do you think you can be the president of Markovia for so many years?” She then continued, “It’s because even I don’t want to be the f*cking president.”
Her words seemed to have pinched at his weak spot. As he slowly climbed up from the ground, he took out a bottle kept by his waist before splashing its content forward. It only took a split second for her to register what it was.
Just as she was busy avoiding it, he suddenly rushed toward her like he was crazy.
“Come out now!”
On cue, a bunch of men rushed out immediately and surrounded Janet. Standing in the middle, she glanced past the people coldly. She heard that Corey had an army of professional killers. These men in black must be them.
“Take her down.”
At once, everyone pulled out guns and knives as they looked at Janet, their eyes void of any warmth. However, there wasn’t a trace of fear on her face.
“J’Adore, do you prefer to surrender on your own or do I have to get them to take you down?” His tone sounded like he was mocking her.
At this moment, she still didn’t show any expression. All she offered was a brief smile before saying, “You think that they can catch me?”
Corey then pulled out the handgun tucked by his waist and aimed it at her. “How about we take a guess? Let’s see who’s faster: you, or my bullet?”
