chapter 17 Urien Gerta===

The leader was a chubby man with a bulky figure. He had his arm around a hot-looking woman in a short skirt, who was heavily made up. One hand was constantly placed on the woman's body, and he had a smug look on his face.
Women who heavily applied makeup usually didn't look good, otherwise why would they wear so much makeup? Corentin couldn't be bothered to even glance at her.
Behind the chubby man were more than twenty lackeys, and standing right beside him was the scar-faced man. The scar-faced man pointed at Corentin and whispered in the chubby man's ear, "Boss, it's him. He's really good at fighting!"
"Kid, do you know who I am?" Urien walked to a spot five meters away from Corentin, his face looking somewhat fierce.
Corentin smiled. "Don't know?"
"You don't even know who I, Urien, am? Damn, you're really asking for trouble, guys, beat him to death for me!" The chubby man shouted loudly.
"You're asking for death!" One of the most ferocious lackeys charged forward, holding an empty bottle and viciously smashing it towards Corentin's head.
Corentin didn't move. When the bottle was about to make intimate contact with his head, he moved! He threw a punch, fast as lightning, and struck the lackey's stomach hard. The lackey widened his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. He was about to smash him, but when did he strike?
"Ah!" The lackey screamed in agony, falling to the ground and rolling around, clutching his stomach. He had no defense at all and was directly hit in the stomach. Although Corentin didn't use his full strength, it still didn't feel good.
Seeing the lackey writhing on the ground, Urien immediately furrowed his brow. Corentin's movements were just too fast. He could barely see when Corentin struck.
The other twenty-something lackeys swarmed around Corentin, ready to attack him all at once.
Corentin remained calm and composed. Then, he moved! With a swish, a blur flashed by, and all that could be heard were cries of pain. In just ten seconds, all the lackeys fell to the ground, each struck in a vital area.
The scar-faced man standing next to the chubby man trembled as he witnessed this scene. Was this still a human?
"Mirela, he's amazing! Where did you find this bodyguard?" Elara, who was sitting in the car and dared not get out, watched the scene not far away and exclaimed in excitement.
Mirela whispered, "He's a security guard at the company, and he happens to be my bodyguard. I didn't hire him."
A security guard? Elara's eyes were a bit dizzy. With such incredible skills, he actually stooped to being a security guard. She smiled and said, "Cousin, why don't you let him be my bodyguard?"
"Is there anyone who dares to bully you?"
"No..."
"Is there anyone who dares to kidnap you?"
"No..."
Mirela looked both amused and exasperated. "Then why do you need a bodyguard?"
"Fine, forget I said anything," Elara pouted.
Mirela quietly watched Corentin, lightly biting her red lips. Clearly, the current Corentin didn't match the image of a parking lot security guard.
"Vider, attack!" Urien's face darkened, and his body trembled. The young man in front of him was truly formidable. He said to the scar-faced man beside him.
Upon hearing the boss's words, Vider was almost scared out of his wits. With a tearful face, he said, "Boss, how could I possibly win against him?"
Urien scolded, "Useless!" After saying that, he pushed Vider aside, rolled up his sleeves, and charged forward.
Don't be fooled by Urien's bulky figure; his movements were as fast as lightning. Corentin remained calm and composed, throwing a punch directly at Urien. With almost invisible speed, it was fast and accurate! With a loud bang, Corentin was somewhat surprised to see his fist being caught by a large hand. This fat man may have a plump figure, but he was a hidden master. But then again, if he didn't have some skills, how could he be someone's boss?
While Corentin was slightly stunned, Urien swiftly launched a whip kick. Corentin reacted and blocked with his arm, but the tremendous force pushed him back a few steps.
"Not bad technique, just a bit lacking in strength and speed," Corentin's face still wore a sinister smile.
Urien sneered contemptuously. "Kid, don't think that defeating a few of my lackeys makes you invincible. I, Urien, am not someone to be trifled with."
"Oh really!" Corentin smiled instead of getting angry, and his smile somehow made Urien feel a bit uneasy. Urien shook his head. This was all the skill he had. What else could he do?
Corentin shrugged. "I haven't even used my full strength yet."
Vider immediately exclaimed, "You are fooling!"
At that moment, Corentin suddenly moved. With a sharp sound, the air burst, piercing to the ears.
I couldn't see his move! Urien was both shocked and scared. He hadn't even used his strength earlier. A dark shadow flashed in front of him, just a blink of an eye. Urien had no way to avoid it and was punched in his fat belly.
"Ah!" The intense blow almost made Urien vomit his dinner. Just as he was about to fall, he was caught by a shoulder, and it was Corentin.
Corentin looked at him with a smirk. "Urien, does it feel good?"
"I'll kill you!" Urien threw a punch directly at Corentin's face.
Corentin's figure flickered, and another punch hit Urien's chubby chin.
Urien let out a painful cry, cold sweat forming on his forehead. He felt even more fearful. Corentin still hadn't used his full strength!
At this moment, Urien deeply realized that he was no match for Corentin. Any further resistance would only result in more beatings. He quickly said, "Big brother, I was wrong."
Corentin released his grip and nodded in satisfaction. "It's good that you know your mistake."
"Yes, yes, big brother. I won't dare anymore."
"Big brother, how about enjoying this girl tonight?" Urien pulled over a heavily made-up beauty who was hiding on the side, flattering. Urien was afraid of getting beaten again, so he wanted to use the beauty to curry favor with Corentin.
The heavily made-up beauty blinked at Corentin, but he didn't even glance at her. "Not interested. Keep her for yourself."
Corentin had no interest in this kind of "beauty." Picking up girls and stealing hearts was the way to go.
Corentin scolded, "Get lost!"
"Right away, right away," Urien trembled in fear, leading more than twenty lackeys and the heavily made-up beauty to hastily escape.
Urien controlled the Eastern District and the urban area, commanding respect and authority. When had he ever been beaten so badly? Feeling frustrated, he could only vent on the heavily made-up beauty later that night.
A Ferrari was parked on the side of the road about a hundred meters away, and Tarip was sitting in the car with a grim expression. "What a bunch of useless trash!"
With a "puff" sound, a foul smell filled the entire car, and Tarip's face turned green again. He had been continuously farting, and he was almost suffocating himself.
"It must be related to Corentin and his farting!" Tarip gritted his teeth and said in hatred. After speaking, the car started, and with a buzzing sound, the Ferrari quickly rushed onto the road, dispersing the stench with a strong gust of wind.