The moment Shirley Thorne gave the signal, the bodyguards Florence Langley had waiting emerged from all directions. They were all in plainclothes.
Since they were in plainclothes, it meant they weren't part of the Grant Family. And if they weren't part of the Grant Family, it meant they could plausibly not recognize Warren Grant.
And so, Warren Grant, who hadn't yet had his fill of kicking people, saw a blur before a foot slammed into his stomach.
It was a heavy kick, sending him flying straight into a tree trunk and landing right on his tailbone.
The tailbone, much like the philtrum, is one of the body's most fragile and painfully sensitive areas.
"Motherf—#@%￥&!"
The pain ripped a string of curses from Warren Grant.
However, no one there sympathized with him. They were all busy pretending to be passersby while taking the opportunity to throw a few punches.
