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.

her grip on the electric rod in

me… Everyone in the underworld calls me

Ben couldn’t help laughing derisively, leading his men to laugh as their laughter

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

been a lot of scandalous gossip about Taylor recently; it was quite unusual. Ordinary people were clueless, but word had been spread in the underworld that a woman who looked a little like Taylor was stirring up

dressed in black were cosplayers, whereas the other three seemed

are! They must be a bunch of little-known stunt doubles

didn’t take them seriously at all, for he planned to catch one of the guys and beat him to death later. As for

of people behind him charged toward Celine and the

hooligan who 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 their school bags as weapons, whereas some charged toward their opponents after

people charged toward Celine and the others with passion and ferocity written all

crowd and was met head-on with

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

in his daydream, a face that looked very much like the celebrity suddenly appeared before his eyes with lightning

accompanied with blood-curdling and shrill screeches. His skeletal-like body flew over everyone’s heads before falling heavily on

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

it touched, so those touched by it screamed, held their heads, and rolled

the world would be equipped as she did. To her, it seemed a little

heard wherever she went as she beat the high school students

protecting her. When he exchanged glances with Justin from time to time, they could see a look of resignation in each other’s eyes. Hehe, it’s fine as long as they’re happy, they

though they were a bunch of top fighters who

school students. They were like skilled players who had reached the

opponents, but Harry armed her with the equipment he had borrowed from Michael. As the

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

target was the 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. Even though Rosie was only paid