My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 398

Chapter 398 The Queen Appeared

After hanging up the phone, Donahueiel’s eyes flashed with anticipation, and his cold face softened a b

it.

He played with his mobile phone unhurriedly. The thugs outside the car kept beating the car fiercely wit

h sticks. In the empty alley, there were bursts of sirens, mixed with the thugs‘ impatient shouts.

“Donahueiel! Come out and speak, don’t be a coward!”

“Come out quickly. Our boss doesn’t want your life, he just wants to punish you. Let us just finish our ta

sk quickly.”

“This car seems to be worth a million dollars, right? It’s a pity if it’s smashed. Why don’t you give us the

car and let us be gentle to you? Ha ha…”

No matter how provocative these people were, Donahueiel sat still and even closed his eyes to rest, ta

king the clamor outside as sleep–helping music.

After tapping on

his knees for a long time, Donahueiel opened his eyes, rolled up his cuffs, glanced at his watch, and twi

tched the corners of his lips.

The thugs outside were anxious and swung the steel pipe in their hands more

and more vigorously. Unexpectedly, the door of the driver’s cab opened

suddenly.

The headlights of the car flickered dimly in the night. He got out of the car

with slender legs in a pair of bright leather shoes.

Donahueiel took off his coat, only wearing a light gray shirt.

The silky fabric perfectly outlined his board shoulders and narrow waist, wrapping his tensed–

up muscles.

His bony long fingers slowly climbed up the tie, loosening the tie.

The neckline was slightly open, revealing a clear collarbone and a small piece

of delicate yet tough skin.

While approaching casually, Donahueiel wrapped the tie around his palms.

Donahueiel folded his arms slightly in front of his chest, adopting the most

standard defensive posture.

“Who goes first?”

Donahueiel looked around disdainfully, and hooked a palm lightly, like a

superior lion teasing a screaming incompetent hyena.

The strong man with a big gold chain around his neck flew over first, and the steel pipe in his hand brou

ght a swift and violent wind.

Donahueiel spun around, and his long legs directly swept the big man who was

as strong as a bear to the ground.

“Ah!”

The big man fell to the ground, with beads of sweat dripping down his

forehead instantly. He hugged his legs with a grim face and curled up.

The rest of the people paused and looked at Donahueiel with extreme caution.

The scene instantly became comical.

Donahueiel, who was single–handed, stood still with a cold and casual

expression. However, a dozen burly men with weapons hesitated to step

forward.

The big man who fell on the ground pointed at Donahueiel and roared

furiously, “What are you waiting for? Beat him to death!”

“Ah…”

As if to cheer for themselves, the thugs looked at each other and swarmed up,

roaring.

Donahueiel unhurriedly twisted his neck twice, made a “clicking” sound, and

walked forward defiantly.

The two sides fought immediately. Donahueiel swung his head to doge the steel pipe that was sweepin

g towards him and punched the man’s face in the

next second. The man’s nose bleed instantly, and he felt dizzy.

He raised his arm to resist the falling baseball bat and hit the opposite person’s weak point. The man’s

arm was sore, and the baseball bat in his hand

fell instantly.

Donahueiel took a step back and at the same time kicked casually, and the

baseball bat was in his hands in the next second.

The baseball bat as thick as an arm was held by Donahueiel like a toy and was

spun dazzlingly between his fingers.

Donahueiel, armed with a weapon, was even more unstoppable. The sound of the baseball bat being s

wung on the men’s body was heavy and muffled,

accompanied by screams one after another.

Although his strikes were ruthless, he was extremely measured. He attacked

the parts that were not fatal so that he could make the opponent temporarily lose the ability to move wit

hout harming their lives.

Within the range of Donahueiel’s attack, none of these thugs who were as burly as tanks could stand fo

r more than five seconds. An outnumbered hand–to–hand fight turned into a one–sided suppression.

It was a “suppression” of a group of people by one person.

The clank of the steel pipe hitting was temporarily suspended, and Donahueiel was still standing intact,

except that his clothes were a little messy.

But the messy clothes and slightly messy hairstyle added a bit of wild beauty to him for no reason.

However, the situation on the other side was horrible.

Only four of the twenty or so thugs could barely stand on the ground. The rest were paralyzed on the gr

ound and howled, and a few of them were even completely unconscious.

Donahueiel raised his chin, exuding a domineering vibe all over his body.

He hooked his fingers again with the same provocative posture, and the four standing people swallowe

d saliva at the same time.

When the behind–the–

scenes boss gave out the task, he never said that Donahueiel was so good at fighting. If they had know

n, they should have brought more people here.

They looked at each other. And a thin man with a tattooed arm turned his head and spat out a mouthful

of blood. Donahueiel’s uppercut just broke one of his

front teeth.

“Donahueiel, you’re a real man. I admire you. We won’t take the money today. You can go,” the

thin man with a tattooed arm was determined and cupped his hands at Donahueiel. He just gave up the

money.

Before the words were finished, a roar suddenly came from far in the dark sky,

which made people’s ears hurt.

Donahueiel turned his head and looked at the source of the voice.

A bright silver supercar came and rushed straight toward Donahueiel and the Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

others.

The car stopped at a high speed, and the tires rubbed a string of sparks on the

asphalt road, leaving white marks after intense friction.

The supercar drifted perfectly to a stop right behind Donahueiel.

The four jeeps that followed braked uniformly, and even the angles of their

tires were the same. The well–trained action imposed pressure on people

and made people’s scalps numb.

The door of the supercar was raised, and a dashing figure appeared.

There was a woman who stepped on seven–

centimeter high heels and still on her business suit. The knee–length skirt outlined her exquisite curves.

After an adrenaline–fuelled fierce fight, Donahueiel received an even more exciting shock.

Janet’s curly hair was scattered behind her back, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her ski

n, making it difficult to see her expression.

Behind her stood a team of twenty bodyguards, all wearing headsets, with

Chapter 398 The Queen Appeared

their hands behind their backs, waiting for Janet to give orders.

Janet lightly raised her index finger, the bodyguards behind her nodded

slightly and surrounded the thugs soon.

The thin man with tattooed arms kept gazing back and forth at the

surrounding bodyguards with vicious and panicked eyes. The circle formed by

the bodyguards was getting smaller.

If they successfully attacked Donahueiel today, the boss behind the scenes would definitely help them

out, but now…

The thin man with tattooed arms looked at Donahueiel, grinding his molars.

Donahueiel’s eyes fell on Janet, and he couldn’t look away for a long time.

The astonishment in his eyes surged towards Janet like a tide, and the sharp vibe on him disappeared.

“You’re here.