Divorced but Delighted

The group of people in the underground garage were shocked by the noise and stopped what they were doing. They looked at the door together.

When they saw that it was only Patrick alone, a contemptuous smile appeared on their face.

“He’s just an injured good-for-nothing. Who do I think he is? Don’t forget that we saved him from the mountain like a dog today.”

Gaelen, who was leading the way, stepped forward first, picked up a stick against the wall, and waved it in his hand.

“You ordered us to do dirty things and beat us up. Buddies, I can’t swallow this anger. What about you?”

Everyone echoed.

The noise echoed in the empty garage, deafening.

As for Cierra, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was completely ignored. It was as if she had been tossed aside by someone.

Blood flowed down her nose and blurred her eyes. She couldn’t see who the person was, but she vaguely thought about someone. She was a little uncertain.

The figure looks like Draven or her brother…

She couldn’t see clearly.

Patrick, who had barged in, was also bleeding.

He had a high fever for two days, and the wounds on his body had just been stitched up in the hospital this morning. When he came in, he fought with the yellow-haired man who was guarding the door, and the wound naturally split open again. But he acted as if he didn’t feel the pain and just looked at the group of people in front of him with contempt.

“A bunch of ants sure know how to make noise.”

Patrick sneered and casually lifted the suit jacket on his shoulder, revealing the hospital gown. It was a little funny, but because of the bloodstains on it, it looked even more terrifying.

He swept his gaze over the shabby-looking Cierra behind this group of people and revealed a playful smile.

“You made my savior like this. Tell me, how should I repay you?”

It didn’t seem like he was sincerely treating Cierra as his savior. He deliberately emphasized the words, and no one could tell if he was happy to see Cierra in her current state, or if he was sad that she was in such a state because of him.

But no matter what, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Patrick had bad intentions.

didn’t understand what he meant, he was ready to fight.

a few teeth, his face

much nonsense to me. I don’t understand. You’re just here for

the

the howls, adding a legendary

a living by fighting, had never thought that they would be beaten by two people in batches in less than two

he had the strength to fight

was none other than Gaelen Butter. He mumbled. curses in a vague voice, but the next second, he was attacked somewhere and wailed

him. First, he was beaten by a woman, and now he was

the ground, he felt a strong

suddenly stood up, picked up a broken

of you, stop!”

stopped the fierce

the voice and saw Gaelen holding onto Cierra with the broken wooden stick

neck. If it went

face darkened

blood. It was unknown whether it was his or someone

like that, he stood with his head lowered in the crowd like a

confident that

face was full of ferocity as he said fiercely to Patrick, “Throw away the stuff in your

if he was looking at a very

people can’t beat me and

away or not? If you don’t surrender,

smile on Patrick’s face widened.

the one in Gaelen’s hand. It had been broken so badly

that this group of people were trembling with

and the people around

dangerous gangsters was the

as being afraid

not scaring you. Hurry up and throw

he threatened Patrick verbally, the wooden spike in his hand poked at Cierra’s

there were

this woman hostage in front