Wilbur made sure Elise was standing upright before walking up to the guard.


    The guard put a hand on his baton, smirking coldly at Wilbur. A few other guards saw himing as well and eyed Wilbur mockingly.


    Wilbur reached the guard in all but two steps, reaching out andnding a p on the guard''s face.


    The p rang through the air, clear and crisp.


    The guard turned a full circle in the air, spitting out several bloody teeth. He shook his head hard, still in a daze.


    The sight shocked everyone else. Who would dare to get physical at a ce like this?


    Before they could say anything, however, Wilbur gave him another kick.


    The guard fell to the ground with a thump, spitting out a mouthful of blood.


    The crowd cried out in shock.


    Just then, Jennifer''s bodyguards hurried over to escort her away.


    The dozen or so bodyguards manning the photo station surrounded Wilbur, all of them holding batons as they glowered at him.


    "Get on the ground or we''ll have to make you!" the head guard shouted.


    Wilbur hardly paid him any mind, lifting the injured guard into the air. "Apologize to thedy."


    "F*ck you!" The guard cursed at Wilbur, not intending to apologize in the slightest.


    The head guard reported to his captain at once, all while gesturing for the other guards to close in on Wilbur.


    Just then, however, Wilbur grabbed the guard he was holding by the arm and jerked it slightly. A loud cracking sound could be heard as the guard''s arm was broken clean off, falling to the ground.


    The guard let out a piercing cry.


    Following that, Wilbur aimed another kick at the guard''s knee. With another crack, the guard''s kneecaps were broken to expose the bone.


    The guard''s anguished cries filled the room as the movie fans began to back away in terror.


    Wilbur darted away. A dozen loud sounds rang through the air. All the guards were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. None of them were able to get back up.


    Just then, Wilbur lifted up the guard who had shoved Elise. "Apologize to thedy."


    The guard finally understood then that Wilbur was no regr man, and far from someone he could afford to mess with.


    In fact, the guard might be beaten to death if he kept his act up.


    Amidst his shock, the guard stuttered, "I''m sorry, I''m sorry! Please, it''s all my fault! Please forgive me, ma''am."


    Wilbur looked at Elise, who scrambled to nod. Thest thing she wanted was for Wilbur to make a big deal out of this.


    She knew how powerful he was and that he was scared of nothing, but this hardly looked good at all.


    Wilbur saw Elise nod andnded onest p on the guard''s face. This knocked out thest of his teeth, and Wilbur stared at him coldly. "Dashans aren''t to be messed with. Remember that. You''ll be sorry if this ever happens again."


    Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit rushed to the scene with a few armed Special Forces officers in tow.


    The man in the suit shouted at once, "Sir, please put him down! We can talk about this, please."


    The officers behind him raised their weapons, pointing them at Wilbur.


    Wilbur sneered. He tossed the guard to the ground, drawing another cry of agony from him.


    Seeing as Wilbur had no more intention of hurting him, the man in the suit waved a hand for the officers not to shoot.