Jonathan: The Heavenly Fortune Teller in the City

Ch 07

Hendy Wiguna was known throughout the Security Department as an extremely stubborn man. A former reconnaissance platoon commander, he had extensive battlefield experience that earned him everyone's respect. Although their captain had once served in the special forces, Hendy had always believed he was no less capable.

Today, after being provoked by Jonathan, the newcomer who hadn't even worked a full day yet, his blood boiled. Without a second thought, he threw the strongest punch he could muster.

"How dare you act so arrogant in front of me!" Hendy shouted, the muscles in his arm bulging.

Several other security guards immediately stood up. Some stared in disbelief, while others cheered excitedly.

"Whoa, that kid's finished!" whispered a skinny guard with a grin.

"When Hendy makes a move, even street thugs go down, let alone some green rookie!" another shouted enthusiastically, as if watching the main event of a championship fight.

Hendy Wiguna's fist shot forward as fast as the wind, aimed directly at Jonathan's shoulder. Jonathan merely smirked with disdain, as though he were facing nothing more than a child's toy.

When the punch was only three centimeters away from him, Jonathan suddenly raised his leg.

Bang!

A powerful kick slammed into Hendy's stomach. The former platoon commander was launched backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall with a deafening boom before tumbling onto the floor.

"What the hell?! Hendy got sent flying?!" one of the guards exclaimed, his eyes nearly popping out.

"No way! That's Hendy! He used to be a platoon commander!" another covered his mouth in disbelief.

Hendy groaned as he struggled to his feet, his face flushed with rage.

"You bastard! You actually humiliated me?"

Staggering forward, he leaped into the air and launched a flying kick at Jonathan.

"Take this!"

Jonathan merely turned his head slightly. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

"You idiot. If you're determined to experience my technique, don't blame me afterward."

With lightning-fast movements, Jonathan swung both of his arms.

A simple yet devastating ultimate technique.

Sweeping Away a Thousand Soldiers.

Boom!

Hendy's body seemed to be struck by a violent storm, sending him flying even farther than before. This time, he shot through the doorway, smashed into the wooden doorframe, and crashed heavily into the hallway outside.

"Holy crap! Hendy got blasted right out of the room!"

"The new guy is a monster?!"

Hendy grimaced in pain, but the fury burning inside him far outweighed the agony throughout his body. With a savage expression, he pointed at Jonathan and roared,

"Don't just stand there! Beat him together! Kill this arrogant rookie!"

The other three security guards who had only been watching finally stood up. They looked hesitant, but their pride forced them forward.

"Come on! Let's take him down first!" one of them shouted.

"Let's teach this brat a lesson!" another added.

The three charged simultaneously, attempting to surround Jonathan from different directions.

Jonathan merely chuckled as his body moved with effortless agility.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Jonathan's legs lashed out repeatedly, swift and fierce like iron whips. In the blink of an eye, all three guards were sent flying one after another, rolling out of the room to join Hendy in the hallway.

"Arghhh!"

All three screamed at the same time.

One security guard who had remained seated from the beginning, choosing not to get involved at all, was suddenly sent flying as well.

He landed face-first in the corridor, looking utterly confused.

"I... I didn't even do anything," he muttered bitterly.

Jonathan laughed softly, his voice filled with teasing.

"Hahaha. Sorry. That one was just collateral damage."

Inside the security control room, Captain Alex Amerdo had been quietly watching the surveillance monitors.

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes.

On one of the screens, Hendy could clearly be seen flying out of the room, followed by three more guards rolling across the corridor.

Alex rose from his chair, his expression turning cold.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered.

He knew Hendy very well. The fact that the man had been thrown around like an empty sack could only mean one thing.

Before he could move, a chubby security guard came running into the control room in panic.

"Captain! Captain Alex!" he shouted breathlessly.

Alex turned toward him.

"What happened? Why is there such a commotion on the first floor?"

The chubby guard swallowed hard before pointing at the monitor with trembling fingers.

"It... it's all because of the new guy, Captain! A guard named Jonathan! He's... he's unbelievably arrogant! He just started working today, and he's already beaten us up. He even sent Wiguna flying!"

Alex Amerdo narrowed his eyes.

"Jonathan?" he repeated flatly.

The guard nodded frantically, desperate to be believed.

"Yes, Captain! If we don't stop him now, he'll create an even bigger mess!"

Amerdo let out a deep sigh before picking up his cap from the desk.

"Fine. I'll handle this myself."

Captain Alex Amerdo arrived with steady footsteps.

The cold aura surrounding him instantly made the atmosphere tense. Every security guard still capable of standing immediately straightened their posture.

Alex looked at each of them one by one before finally fixing his gaze on Jonathan, who stood calmly amid the chaos.

"You're Jonathan?"

Jonathan gave a slight nod.

"Yes. And before you misunderstand, I was only defending myself. They attacked me first. Otherwise, I wouldn't have laid a finger on them."

Alex narrowed his eyes.

"Self-defense, huh? Against four men who somehow ended up flying into the hallway?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Jonathan smiled faintly.

"That's the truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask them yourself."

He then casually extended his hand.

"I'm Jonathan. Nice to meet you, Captain Alex."

Amerdo snorted but accepted the handshake.

Deep down, he wanted to teach this overconfident newcomer a lesson.

"Let's see how strong you really are."

His grip tightened.

It was a crushing handshake forged through years of special forces training, powerful enough to make an ordinary person's finger bones creak.

Yet the moment he squeezed, Alex Amerdo froze.

Jonathan's hand felt strangely soft, almost boneless, like gripping a piece of wet cloth.

What is this? he thought.

Before he could increase his strength, Jonathan's hand suddenly transformed.

It hardened like a steel claw, instantly reversing the pressure and locking onto Amerdo's wrist with astonishing force.

"Ugh!"

Amerdo frowned as a sharp pain shot through his wrist.

For the first time in years, he experienced a counterforce from an opponent he had completely underestimated.

Panicking, he immediately unleashed Golden Thread Binding the Wrist, a technique from the Thousand Capture Arts, hoping to subdue Jonathan.

Yet even after exerting his full strength, it was no different from an ant trying to shake a towering tree.

How is this possible? Even my Thousand Capture Arts are completely useless against him, he thought, utterly shaken.

In that instant, Captain Amerdo realized his opponent had reached the pinnacle of martial arts mastery, a level far beyond his own.

Jonathan then released his grip without pressing the attack any further.

He smiled.

"From today onward, I'll be serving under your command, Captain. I look forward to your guidance."

The words were simple, yet they struck Amerdo's pride like a hammer.

His expression became complicated.

On one hand, he was frustrated that his own skills had been utterly outclassed.

On the other, his anger was directed even more toward his own subordinates, who had recklessly picked a fight with someone as powerful as Jonathan.