My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Not a single hint of fear was present in Cooper's expression. He stood there elegantly and casually said, “Someone must've paid you guys to do this. I can pay you three times as much.”

The man with the baseball bat shrugged and scoffed coldly. “You offended one of our friends, Mr. Sutton. I must cripple one of your legs today!”

He waved his bat, and the other men swung their fists toward Cooper.

Cooper lifted his leg and kicked the nearest guy in the stomach.

Although he was a pretty skilled fighter himself, these people were experts, too. Every single one of their punches was aggressive and merciless. It was already a struggle to fight one person, let alone all six at once.

Cooper got distracted for only a split second, and the man immediately swung his baseball bat, striking the former's back.

Grunting in pain, Cooper fell unconscious to the ground.

One of the men spat on the ground and said mockingly, “And here I thought he was a tough opponent. All it took was a strike from you to knock him out cold, Charles.”

The man with the baseball bat, known as Charles, scoffed. “I would've come alone if I knew he was this weak.”

skilled in combat with him,

just spoke to take a video of him breaking Cooper's leg so they could send it to their employer,

the baseball bat high in

dare you hit my

away. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and denim jeans, and her

bone-chilling coldness, sending

as lust took over him. Arrogantly, he declared, “So what if I hit him? I'm even going to

woman—Sally—narrowed her eyes. “Break

swiftly strode over to Charles in her sneakers and

combat, but Sally's kick came too quickly. Her foot struck his temple, almost knocking

of the men were dumbfounded for several seconds. After they snapped back to their senses, each of them rushed toward Sally

them

of bones cracking echoed in the empty

figure collapsed

so much force that Charles felt like his