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.

she tightened her grip

sat casually on a rock while saying, “As for me… Everyone in the underworld

to laugh as their laughter echoed

grim and sinister expression the next second after he finished laughing.

people were clueless, but word had been spread in the underworld that a woman who looked a little

brought with her. He could tell at a glance that the two people dressed in black were cosplayers, whereas the other three seemed

be a bunch of little-known stunt doubles from a small and poorly-equipped film

planned to catch one of the guys and beat him to death later.

Ben’s command, the dozens of people behind

lot of machetes, let alone guns. They couldn’t even wield the same weapon; some of them went so far as to use their school bags as weapons, whereas some charged toward

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

the crowd and was met

since she must be worth

daydream, a face that looked very

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

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

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

the world would be equipped as she did. To her, it seemed a little bit of overkill to wear these pieces of equipment to beat

she beat the high school

to time, they could see a look of resignation in each other’s

they were a bunch of top fighters

was born in a military family; they had absolutely no problem beating up the high school students. They were like skilled players who had reached the

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

dozen people so badly that they couldn’t fight back at all, and the high school students were all over the ground as they held their heads

all along—it was Rosie, who was

cigarette burns and the two instances where her leg was broken very clearly. Even though Rosie was only paid to do so, she was ultimately the