Chapter 11 - Protecting The CEO From Within
Ivan didn't flinch as the three thugs closed in, their knuckles cracking as they prepared to teach him a permanent lesson. “Marcus, you really think hiring local muscle is going to save your embezzlement trial on Monday?” Ivan taunted, keeping his voice perfectly level.
“Shut your mouth and break his legs!” Marcus screamed from the upper catwalk, watching the scene unfold with sadistic glee. The first thug lunged forward, throwing a massive haymaker aimed directly at Ivan’s jaw.
Ivan ducked effortlessly under the wild swing, driving his palm upward into the attacker’s sternum with crisp precision. The man gasped for air, collapsing onto the dusty concrete floor as the second thug rushed in with a steel pipe.
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Moving with lightning-fast reflexes, Ivan sidestepped the pipe strike, grabbed the man’s wrist, and used his momentum to flip him over his shoulder. Within forty seconds, all three hired thugs were groaning in agony on the floor, completely incapacitated.
Marcus’s face turned stark white as he realized his muscle had been dismantled in less than a minute. Before Marcus could turn and flee down the back stairs, Ivan sprinted up the metal ladder, grabbing him by the collar of his expensive suit.
