Slumdog Billionaire Husband

Chapter 66 Is He Making a Fucking Movie?

In the bar, many people were looking at Gerald.

Surrounded by more than a dozen people, Gerald remained quite calm, while the girl in the black dress next to him changed her expression and hurriedly said, “This is a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding? There is nothing to misunderstand. Take him away!” The short–haired man tittered and glanced

at Gerald.

Gerald did not know this person even without the slightest impression of him.

As for why this man knew him, he could probably guess.

Since Armand wanted to teach him a lesson in Los Angeles, he naturally showed Gerald’s photos to his subordinates.

He slowly let out a breath, looked at the short–haired man, and said, “I said that he was the one who started the fight.”

“Does it matter who started the fight?” The short–haired man chuckled and looked at Gerald. “You’re digging your own grave. You defiled Armand’s sister, and even dared to come to his turf? How dare you? Take him away!”

In an instant, several people approached Gerald.

Opposite Gerald, Andrew’s face showed a gloating look.

Gerald looked around and frowned after finding that there were too many people in the surroundings.

Night Watch usually kept a low profile and would not make a move in public.

Previously, when Gerald attacked others, including Fletcher, he was certain that they would not tell anyone about this

matter.

However, things were different. Under the watchful eyes of the public, if his extraordinary strength was exposed, it would violate the rules of Night Watch.

He frowned slightly and endured it.

“Don’t touch me. I can walk by myself.” Gerald glanced indifferently at the two people who were approaching him.

“Well, kid, you are quite brash.” The person who came over was a strong man. When he heard Gerald’s words, he grinned. “I just want to provoke you. What can you do to me?”

As he spoke, he directly reached out his hand towards Gerald!

At this time, Gerald grabbed his fingers, exerted force on his wrist, and suddenly bent the man’s fingers downwards

“Ah!”

the strong man let out

crowd’s gazes, he couldn’t use those extraordinary martial arts but ordinary martial

such circumstances. The short–haired man licked his lips. “How dare you assault him? Interesting! No wonder you’ve been sent

surrounded him and said

eyebrows slightly and pushed him

“I’ll go with you, but don’t fucking

“You…”

furious when they saw that Gerald still dared to speak to

the short–haired man waved his hand. “Let him walk by himself. When we reach a place with no one around,

appeared on Gerald’s

beauty called Gigi hurriedly said, “You can’t go with them. You will

was

a smile and then ignored her. He followed the group of

black dress was anxious, but there was nothing she

be good, okay? I am wrong. Let’s go back first, okay? I don’t know how you found him, but this guy is a rapist. Nine years ago, Bree Cousy was defiled by this bastard. Armand is a shareholder of this bar. Since Gerald fell into the hands of Armand, he’ll be hit to death by them. Moreover,

deserves it.”

you. You scum!” The black–dressed beauty screamed

she stood up and paced back and forth. Later, Andrew also

tried to persuade her.

the black–dressed

the door. If Gerald was seriously injured later, she could send Gerald to the hospital

than a dozen people through the back door of the bar. Behind the bar was relatively open land. After Gerald was brought to the back, when the back door opened, a person behind Gerald said in a low voice, “There were so many people

me?”

directly jumped behind and raised

cold light suddenly flashed in Gerald’s eyes. He slightly turned sideways,

that man’s leg and the man was forced

“Ah!”

have such flexibility? He let out a

you!” When the others saw that Gerald still dared to make a move, they

this time, the short–haired man said happily. After the group of angry

said, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Enoch Sanchez. Just

a lot

Gerald.

calmly looked at Enoch. “Are you sure you want to

asked with a

and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, I’m not in a good mood. I might be happy after a

slightly, lit a cigarette, took a few steps back, and waved. “Go ahead. Kick his ass, but don’t beat him to death. Armand should be on his way

group of