Chapter 1156: A Message for the King of Hell

Nelson, who hadn’t fought in years, didn’t hold back when he did. It wasn’t a simple scuffle—it was a statement. Callie was forced to stay in the corner, wincing in pain as she watched Nelson and Joaquin clash with the security guards. To call it a fight would be misleading; it was a one-sided beatdown. The guards in this club were no match for the skill and training Nelson and Joaquin possessed. Nelson grabbed one of the guards by the back of the head and slammed him to the ground with brutal force. Blood spilled from the man’s mouth as he begged for mercy. Only then did Nelson release him, his voice cold and sharp as a blade: “Who sent you?” The guard stayed silent. “Answer me!” Callie rubbed her aching neck, her throat tight with pain. It was clear these men had come prepared and organized, targeting her deliberately. A vein throbbed on Nelson’s neck as his fury grew. His presence darkened, oppressive and dangerous. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dead