A punch came crashing down towards Harry North, followed by another impatient backhand punch from the Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince is hitting someone!
The President is hitting someone!
All these years, the Crown Prince has never laid a hand on Assistant North . With those two punches, Assistant North is probably...
"Crown Prince, calm down, calm down!"
"Who exactly tried to assassinate you? You’re covered in blood." The bodyguard was worried to death. If something happened to the Crown Prince, everyone in the First Special District would have to pay the price. The bodyguard trembled, "Your Highness, please go and get your wounds bandaged! I’m begging you! Go get the wounds treated!"
Go bandage the wound?
It was his wife who struck him, and he’s fine with it.
His wife was already distressed, had he known, he would have twisted Benjamin Grant’s head off. These damned bodyguards, are they clueless, advising him to leave?
Abandoning his wife to deal with trivial knife wounds?
His wife was distressed, and how anxious he was about it, do they have to intervene too?
Damn it, his fists were itching.
He raised his fist again, and slammed it heavily towards the bodyguard, "Damn it, what’s wrong with me staying with my wife? Check the wounds? Wounds my ass?"
"Who else am I supposed to hit if not you?"
He was strong and he was ruthless.
He raised his fist and swung it towards the big and burly bodyguard.
In just a few moves, he knocked dozens of bodyguards to the ground.
Stopping him? Isn’t that courting death?
He’s never been one to back down, and apart from his wife, no one else can hit him!
Because these specialized elite bodyguards, they are no match for him. Even a few hundred more would be just as easily brought down!
Harry North was coughing up blood from the two punches, holding his wound, kneeling on the ground, apologetically saying, "Crown Prince, I apologize!"
Harry North had no choice but to call for someone to subdue the Crown Prince, to knock him out and take him to the emergency room for treatment.
Because now the hospital corridor was already a bloody mess.
His black clothes on his chest were still gushing with fresh blood, if this continues, he would lose too much blood...the consequences are unimaginable.
Apologize? Lucas Knight’s eyes narrowed.
"Harry North, do you dare to rebel too?"
"Crown Prince, you still know I’m Harry North." Harry North, enduring the severe pain, was respectful, "Crown Prince, I’m truly sorry."
"Brothers, quickly surround the Crown Prince!"
Harry North always knew the boss had a bad temper, but he had never been before.
Harry North’s heart was in his throat as he looked at the ground full of blood.
The bodyguards, half-crippled, enduring the severe pain, surrounded Lucas Knight.
"Crown Prince, I’m sorry!"
"..." Ready to fight?
Lucas Knight had lost his patience, rolled up his fists and swung them towards the bodyguards!
"Ah, this is not good! Aaaah, so much blood!" The women in the hospital were pale with fright, "They’re fighting!"
"Ah, I’m so scared..."
Alexander Kingsley had just stepped out of the elevator, only to see a group of women running hurriedly, exclaiming, "This is bad, someone’s going to die!"
Alexander Kingsley was breathing heavily.
He had just received a call from Harry North, saying the Crown Prince had been assassinated, covered in blood.
Without a second thought, he rushed over with the people from the First Special District.
Walking up, he indeed saw a scene of devastation ahead.
Those bodyguards were lying around in disarray on the ground.
Harry North had already been knocked unconscious.
"Crown Prince!" Alexander Kingsley rushed over, "Crown Prince, stop immediately, if you continue , you’ll die!"
Alexander Kingsley rushed up, forcibly restraining Lucas Knight.
Lucas Knight narrowed his eyes slightly, another one? Without a word, he swung two punches towards Alexander Kingsley’s handsome face.