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 on the electric rod in her

a rock while saying, “As for me… Everyone in the underworld calls me Cece. Have you heard

help laughing derisively, leading his men to laugh as their laughter

next second after he finished laughing. “You must be

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

people Celine brought 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

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

for he planned to catch one of the guys and beat him to death

the dozens of people

machetes, let alone guns. They couldn’t even wield the same weapon; some of them went so far as to use their

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

the crowd and was met head-on

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

looked very much like

mind went blank in an instant. By the time he came back to his senses, 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 area

like a human-shaped butcher’s knife. Howls of pain were heard wherever she went, for the group

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

little bit of overkill to wear these pieces of equipment to beat up a group

she beat the high school students so badly that they begged her

they could

a little ashamed, as though they were a bunch of top fighters who wanted to beat

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

but Harry armed her with the equipment he had borrowed from Michael. As the head of

they couldn’t fight back at all, and the high school students were all over the

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

the two instances where her leg was broken very clearly. Even though Rosie was only paid to do so, she was ultimately the one who did