Chapter 212 Poison Teeth
That's why in Martin's mind, his so-called relatives were long gone.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Mick was exasperated when Martin shut the door directly before his face.
"Martin, you're not good at it. You've got quite the temper, and you chose to shut your door on me, so you're destined to be a waste all your life!" Mick said coldly.
After that, Mick turned to a Maserati next door.
Inside the house, Martin contemplated whether or not he'd go to his grandpa's 80th birthday.
After much thought, Martin called his sick mother abroad and asked her what she meant.
His mother's idea was simple: He must go.
The next morning, Martin drove his Lamborghini to JY City, his hometown.
Martin's grandfather was the founder and Chairman of JY City James Group, and although he was now retired, he still has a great influence at JY City.
On the other hand, his uncle was the secretary of JY City.
Martin's second uncle was the current General Manager of JY City James Group, who was in charge of practically everything at the company.
It was definitely one of the largest companies in the city.
Mick, the son of his second uncle and the youngest heir of James Group, was a top-of-the-line rich second generation at JY City.
And among the whole family, only Martin's house was the worst.
Of course, that was before. With his current identity, background and status, it'd only take seconds for him to crush them.
The gap between them was still enormous.
"Martin, there's something I'll tell you." Lone Wolf started.
"Oh? What's the matter?" Martin looked up at him and asked.
"I've heard before that JY City has a great fighter, and this time, we can just meet him and see if we can pull him into the elite squad." He answered.
"Are you certain? That's a good thing! When should we go?" Martin asked.
Building an elite squad was one of Martin's most important things right now, not money. It's finding talented people.
"Anytime." Lone Wolf said.
"We're about days early, so go find him first." Martin said.
His Lamborghini roared into JY City.
JY City was the number one among the counties in C City, and, of course, James Group has a lot of credit to take regarding the economic development of the city.
Eventually, Martin's came to a halt in front of a town village.
According to Lone Wolf, the master lived in that village.
They walked into the dilapidated alley.
"Is this going to be demolished?" Martin asked as he walked.
"It looks like it is." Lone Wolf nodded.
The walls were squirting the word "dismantle" everywhere, and Martin was walking down the alley unsure whether the houses there were empty.
"I don't know if he's already moved. I only have one address, no other contact information, and if he indeed moved, then I'm afraid we won't find him here." Lone Wolf said.
"I wish I could see him." Martin muttered.
After spending more than ten minutes in the alley, they finally reached their destination.
"The door is closed, but it looked like the one we're looking for hasn't left yet." Martin deducted.
There were houses around, but most of them were empty, so the doors were naturally closed and remained locked.
After knocking on the door, the door was soon opened.
What stood before them was a man with a flat head and a thin figure.
He glanced at Martin and said coldly, "Are you here to persuade me to move again? I said I'm not moving!"
After that, he closed the door.
"Wait a minute!" Lone Wolf pushed the door in a hurry.
Martin then said, "Poison Teeth, we're here to visit you."
When the man heard the word "Poison Teeth", he was all over the place.
He used to be addressed that way back at Hunter's School.
The Hunter School, located in the tropical jungles of Venezuela, was a world-renowned special force training center hosted by Blackwater, the world's largest private security company.
Many countries around the world would send their elite special forces to train at Hunter School.
The institution had brought together the world's most elite special forces, but even so, the elimination rate there was still as high as 80 percent.
After passing the training smoothly, they'd definitely be regarded as the most elite special forces in the whole world!
The person in front of them once trained at Hunter School, which was nicknamed "Poison Teeth".
It was only during his training that he was affected by the conflicts in his family, which led to his failure to graduate from Hunter School.
But according to his ability at that time, he would've been able to graduate without ado.
If he would be recruited for Martin, he'd definitely add another great power to him.
"Come in." He opened the door and led them inside.
His house, too, was dilapidated and dirty, but Martin didn't mind it. Inside, he sat down on a worn-out chair.
"To introduce myself, I'm Martin James, the Chairman of Gold Group C City. I have a security company and I would like to invite you to join us. If it'd entice you, your annual salary is estimated to be five million." Martin didn't waste any time and smiled.
"Five million?"
He had been offered to be a bodyguard before, but no one had ever given him such a high price.
"Mr. James, I've been observing you since you came in. You don't seem to be a brainless or even a spineless big boss, and just now, you're sitting on a dirty chair. I'm sure you're probably a worthy boss, especially that you're paying a lot of money." Poison Teeth said.
In Hunter School, his insight was naturally very strong, that he can even sense even the subtlest things.
"So, you agree?" Martin exuded a touch of euphoria.
"Sorry, Mr. James, but I have to take care of my mother, so I can't accept your offer." Poison Teeth said.
"Oh? What happened to your mother?" Martin asked.
"She lost her memory in a car accident, and the doctor said I have to keep her in a familiar environment, so it would help her recover her memory. She is sleeping at the moment." Poison Teeth answered.
When Martin heard this, he suddenly understood something.
"So even if it's going to be demolished here, you still won't move, will you?" He asked.
"That's right." Poison Teeth nodded.
"But after all, if it's going to be demolished, you can't just drag your mother down like that." Martin remarked.
"You don't understand." Poison Teeth sighed.
That's when they heard violent knock at the door.
"I'll open the door." After Poison Teeth had finished, he got up and went to open the door.
As soon as the door was opened, a dozen men with baseball bats rushed in.
"Brothers, smash everything!"
A big man with a big gold chain ordered his men. Then, a dozen big men in black randomly hit everything they stumbled on.
"Stop it!" Poison Teeth's eyes twinkled with anger.
"Stop? Keep dreaming, boy. We gave a chance to move, but you didn't. So today, we'll smash this place for you!" The man, who seemed to be their leader, sounded so arrogant.
"Then, don't blame me for breaking your bones!" Poison Teeth hissed at him.
Immediately after that, he waved his fist and punched the big man straight to the ground.
"You dare to hit me? Hold this boy and hit him dead!" The beaten big man was already enraged.
"Lone Wolf, go help." Martin ordered.
Then, Lone Wolf nodded and rushed up.
In a blink of an eye, the men in black were all beaten to the ground, howling in pain.
In front of them were Poison Teeth and Lone Wolf, who felt that even plugging their enemy's teeth were simply not enough.
Of course, both of them still restrained themselves from killing these people and only maimed most of them that they'd be useless in the future.
If they went all out, with their combined strength, they can easily put an end to an enemy's life.
The big man with the gold chain clearly saw how his gang was beaten down, and his face was instantly filled with fear.
He originally thought that when dealing with just a single person in the district, bringing only a dozen people was simply more than enough, but he did not expect the result to be like this.
"You... Do you know who we are? How dare you hit us!" The big man with the gold chain, who was obviously livid, roared.
"Of course, I do. Aren't you from the James Group?" Poison Teeth sneered.
"James Group?" Martin, who was sitting comfortably on a chair, was slightly surprised.
Wasn't James Group his grandpa's company?