When the words "one more time" entered Michael's ears, his whole body trembled.
His lips trembled, he couldn't say a word, he really wanted to say Kincaid's line, "Fuck it, I don't give a damn about a bodyguard license."
But did he really not care?
This was his biggest dream in life so far; he just wanted to obtain a 3A Bodyguard Certificate, become a top bodyguard, and live up to his adoptive father's expectations.
But what had he gone through tonight?
His adoptive father had belittled him, humiliated him, disgusted him in every way, and even ensured he would never get a bodyguard certificate in this life, completely crushing his dreams.
Instead, it was Kincaid, whom he had always looked down upon, who was constantly encouraging him and helping him out of his predicament.
Such a psychological disparity left him somewhat overwhelmed.
He had never imagined his life trajectory would develop in this direction, even in the darkest moments of his life.
Yet, he found that this very moment was the darkest hour of his life; everyone's gaze was fixed on Michael, lying on the ground, while his adoptive father's lips curled into a faint smile.
"He will never say those words. He is my son; I know him too well."
Yes, no one understands a son's character better than his own father, and Michael's adoptive father was no different, and the words he had spoken earlier were like a barbed rivet, deeply embedded in Michael's heart.
But no sooner had he spoken than Zhang Jie turned around and kicked him, "Fuck you, shut up, no one thinks you're mute!"
Subsequently, everyone's attention once again shifted to Michael, whose lips twitched for a long while before he whispered, "I don't have a bodyguard license, but I don't give a damn."
Saying these words seemed to have drained all of Michael's strength, and he felt a sense of relief.
But Kincaid was not satisfied, "Like a sissy, haven't you eaten? Louder, again!"
After hearing Kincaid's words, Michael looked at Kincaid, then once again said, "I don't have a license, but I don't give a damn!"
"Louder!"
"I don't have a license, but I don't give a damn!!!"
"Even louder!"
"I don't have a license, but I don't give a damn!!!!!!"
Michael shouted the last sentence with almost all his strength.
Upon hearing these words, a complex expression appeared on Michael's adoptive father's face, a mix of disbelief and something that seemed almost deserved.
"See? Your son Michael is not a coward." Zhang Jie's gun was still pointed at Michael's adoptive father.
Looking at the much more spirited Michael, Zhang Jie's lips also curved into a smile.
That's more like it; a man should be like this. Those shitty licenses can all go to hell.
"Are you disappointed? Your adopted son wasn't as weak and timid as you expected, afraid to move forward?" Zhang Jie looked at Michael's adoptive father, who was lying on the ground unable to move, and said casually.
Jensen, however, quietly said, "You are his adoptive father, and he regarded you as his lifelong goal, but you set such an example. To be honest, I truly despise you."
"Although we are all black, your actions truly disgust me." Caesar also expressed his opinion, while Yin Yang stood silently in the distance.
"See? You intended to ruin his life, but his life has taken a new turn, while your life is probably going to end prematurely."
Saying that, Zhang Jie pulled out the P320 from his waist and threw it to Michael, "This is your family matter, and it should be resolved by yourselves."
Seeing Zhang Jie say this, Magnusson immediately interjected, "I just happened to become his bodyguard; can you let me go?"
"Of course."
Saying that, Zhang Jie directly raised the muzzle of his HK416 and pulled the trigger.
Pfft!
Crimson brain matter mixed with blood instantly splattered on the carpet behind him.
"You'll have to ask Satan for that answer; I'd be happy to send you to him."
Zhang Jie was no longer the good guy he once was. Not killing the innocent?
Pah, from the moment you appeared here, you were no longer innocent.
Looking at his dead idol, Michael held the P320 in his hand and pondered for a moment, then walked over to his adoptive father.
He really wanted to ask if Zhang Jie could let his adoptive father go.
But Zhang Jie anticipated his anticipation, "In this world, everything can be forgiven, except trust. He always wanted to kill you, and yet you still want to forgive him. If you do that, then I can only assume you are a coward."
Michael's adoptive father tried hard to lift his head to look Michael in the eye, but his current position did not allow him to do so.
"Hmm, kill me and become a parricide, or save me?"
Michael's father's words were full of a seductive quality.
Michael wanted to speak, but the next second...
Bang!
His hand had already pulled the trigger.
With the gunshot, Michael's adoptive father's brains splattered all over the floor.
"Although I really wanted to plead for him, what he said was truly disgusting." Michael instinctively fired that shot, sending his damned adoptive father to meet Satan.
Only Aristotle was left, and at this moment, he was trembling like chaff.
He had no weapons, no one with him, just himself, and he couldn't escape. How could he not be scared?
"You've already gotten rid of those two bastards; can you let me go? Money is not an issue."
Zhang Jie heard this, but shook his head, "Because of you, that bastard, my good brother suffered for so long in Europe. Do you think we can let you go?"
Aristotle then gave a bitter laugh, "I never thought that I, Aristotle, who had been a force to be reckoned with all my life, would finally fall into your hands. How ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous? Then don't laugh."
Saying that, Zhang Jie directly raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
Pfft pfft pfft!
A series of gunshots, and Aristotle was riddled with bullets.
Just like that, Aristotle met his end; his plan had died in its infancy before it even had a chance to unfold.
Sophia was already impatiently rushing over to hug Kincaid and kiss him.
This way of showing affection in public was indeed a bit novel.
Michael looked at his adoptive father, who was thoroughly dead, and handed the gun back to Zhang Jie, "Kincaid is right, you can still be a bodyguard without a license."
Putting away their guns, Zhang Jie and Caesar briefly cleaned up the scene, then left together.
Before leaving, Zhang Jie also set a fire.
Blazing flames began to burn on the villa, quickly engulfing the entire mansion.
As for the bacon on the suppressor, Zhang Jie ate it. It was delicious!
And so, Zhang Jie and his three companions' European trip came to an end. They had to rush back to their base.
And Michael had also regained his spirits; he would usher in his beautiful new life.
After giving all the weapons to Kincaid, the group arrived at the airport to board their flight. The plane slowly took off, and the landing gear gradually retracted.
Zhang Jie also breathed a sigh of relief.
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