My Dreamy Old Husband

It seemed that many people had arrived since the sound of footsteps could be heard from all directions. Sophia immediately put on her face mask; her black battle suit looked so over-the-top that she looked like someone acting in a movie about assassins.

Standing next to her, Michael also put on his face mask. He wore matching outfits with her since they were a couple!

Stanley secretly asked, “Uncle Michael, how could you be here and fight just like this? What if you get photographed and your photos are sent to the weekly entertainment magazines?”

Annoyed by the question, Celine answered, “That’s not a big deal. This isn’t the first time I’ve been photographed fighting with someone.”

However, Celine—the chief culprit—seemed to be totally unaware of Michael’s resentment. Her eyes brightened as she looked at the seemingly threatening crowd that closed in on them from all sides.

What a group of underage hunks with rosy lips, pretty white teeth, and muscular bodies! Anyone can tell at a glance that they feel great to the touch!

There were dozens of people on the other side, so Celine and the rest were grossly outnumbered.

It seemed that Celine’s side was indeed short of men. There were only eight of them at the very most, including the three Fletchers, the three Mitchells, as well as Harry and Sarah.

As their leader, Celine stepped forward and met the other side’s leader. She shouted confidently, “Tell me your name!”

The leader told Celine his name. “No problem. I’m Ben Oak, and everyone in the underworld calls me Ben. Who are you?”

He’s Ben?

Sophia stared at the young man before her eyes. Seemingly in his early 30s, he looked short and as thin as a skeleton. One could easily tell from his dreadfully pale skin, heavy dark circles, and dull eyes that he lived a life of debauchery.

The saying is indeed true that knowing a person by repute is not as good as seeing him or her in the flesh…

Standing beside Ben was a group of men and women dressed in various colors. Sophia recognized one of the women at a glance; she was none other than Rosie.

Rosie didn’t seem much different since Sophia last saw her a few years ago. Dressed in revealing clothes, she had a nose ring and a lip stud in addition to her heavy makeup; there was a brightly colored butterfly tattoo on her collarbone as well. It seemed that she was also a drug addict, for one could notice the injection marks on her arm that were visible to the naked eye if he or she looked closely.

as she tightened her grip on the

saying, “As for me… Everyone in the underworld calls me Cece.

Ben couldn’t help laughing derisively, leading his men to laugh as their laughter echoed through the large space under the

the next second after he finished laughing. “You must be the imposter

scandalous gossip about Taylor recently; it was quite unusual. Ordinary people were clueless, but word had been

with her. He could tell at a glance that the two people dressed in black were cosplayers, whereas the other three seemed to have rushed here after work since they were still dressed in worker’s uniforms. The blonde man who looked like Ethan

are! They must be a bunch of little-known stunt doubles from a small and poorly-equipped

them seriously at all, for he planned to catch one of the guys and beat him to death later.

the dozens of people

couldn’t even be considered a gangster. His underlings didn’t even have a lot of machetes, let alone guns. They couldn’t even wield the same weapon; some of them went so far as to use

command, all these people charged toward Celine and the others with passion and ferocity written all over their

and was met

would catch Cece and sell her to the brothel since she must be worth a lot of money with her face

that looked very much like the celebrity suddenly appeared before his

had been sent flying; it was accompanied with blood-curdling and shrill screeches. His skeletal-like body flew over everyone’s heads before falling

smiled fiendishly as she moved like a human-shaped butcher’s knife. Howls of pain were heard wherever she went, for the group of tender high school students were as delicate as flowers to her as Justin silently protected

crowd and beat whoever she came across. The electric rod could inflict severe pain on those whose bodies it touched, so those touched by it screamed, held their heads, and

as she did. To her, it seemed a little bit of

she went as she beat the

from time to time, they could see a look of resignation in

as though they were a bunch of top fighters who wanted to

absolutely no problem beating up the high school students. They were like skilled players who had reached the highest level in an online game and were slaughtering

the equipment he had borrowed from Michael. As the head of Bayside City’s underworld, Harry was acting

them beat up several dozen people so badly that they couldn’t fight back at all, and the high school students were all over the ground as

the same all along—it was Rosie, who was hiding among

broken very clearly. Even though Rosie was only paid to do so, she