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 electric rod in

for me… Everyone in the underworld calls me Cece. Have you

derisively, leading his men to laugh as their laughter echoed through the large space

and sinister expression the next second after he finished laughing.

Ordinary people were clueless, but word had been spread in the underworld

dressed in black were cosplayers, whereas the other three seemed to have rushed here after work since they were still dressed in

a bunch

didn’t take them seriously at all, for he planned to catch one

people behind him

even wield the same weapon; some of them went so far as to

Celine and the others with passion and ferocity written all over their innocent and young

the crowd and

the brothel since she must be worth

indulging in his daydream, a face that looked

he had been sent flying; it was accompanied with blood-curdling and shrill screeches. His skeletal-like body flew over everyone’s heads before falling heavily on his face in the sandy

for the group of tender high school students were as delicate as flowers to her

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 rolled on the floor in pain right away; they couldn’t get up for at least half an

as she did. To her, it seemed a little

wherever she went as she beat the high school students so badly that they begged her for

Justin from time to time, they could see

ashamed, as though they were a bunch of top fighters

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

opponents, but Harry armed her with the equipment he had borrowed from Michael. As the head of Bayside City’s underworld,

dozen people so badly that they couldn’t fight back at all,

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

remembered the seven cigarette burns and the two instances where her leg was broken very clearly.