Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 636

Charlie's voice cut off abruptly as he stared in horror behind Zachary, his body beginning to tremble. Before he could speak, the casino manager had already set up a blockade on the road and rushed over with his men, ambushing them from both sides.

"Charlie, you think you're pretty clever, conniving with outsiders to cheat me out of my money?" the casino manager sneered, twirling an iron rod menacingly.

Charlie's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, stuttering, "Bro, what are you talking about? How could I dare cheat you? I don't have the guts."

"Stop lying to me," the manager bellowed, pointing the iron rod toward a visibly unmoved Zachary. "This pretty boy, you've been colluding with him to cheat on my turf. Sick of living, are you?"

"No, it's all a misunderstanding! We were gambling fair and square, no cheating!" Charlie was terrified, fearing a brutal beating was imminent.

The manager scoffed, "You think I'm blind?"

Sweat poured down Charlie's forehead as he desperately looked to Zachary for help. Seeing him unmoved, Charlie thought he was paralyzed with fear. Quickly, he reached out to tug at Zachary's pants leg, his voice trembling, "Explain to him, we weren't cheating."

As Charlie's dirty hand approached, Zachary disdainfully stepped aside, not even glancing at the casino manager. "Why explain when they're set on framing us?"

Charlie was dumbfounded, panic escalating; it wasn't the time for word games. Zachary, unconcerned, stretched his limbs and cracked his wrists, his cold eyes fixed on the casino manager. "Enough talk."

What's next?

hear Zachary's

said with a flickering smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared. "For being a man,

of the thugs behind Zachary swung his iron rod. A loud "bang"

made his move, but the assailant was already down. The manager, his face tense, now understood from years of rough living that Zachary

up the iron rod from the ground, his icy gaze landing on the casino manager, a mocking smile curving his lips. "So many of you, and still playing dirty. You're not

the ground. "If you're useless, stay

snapping back to reality, scrambled

ensued in the silent battlefield. The manager, who had dominated the town through sheer brutality and a horde of followers, found his usual tactics useless against Zachary. Almost effortlessly, Zachary didn't

haystack, his sleazy demeanor perfectly deserving of a

knocked down by

boiled over. "Are you all brainless? Attack him all at once; I refuse to believe he can fight off

still standing and those who had managed to get back up exchanged glances and charged at Zachary

disdain. Without moving, his fist met an attacker's face at an

when he hit the ground, dust flew up. It was just child's play to Zachary; no matter how many came at him, they were

Zachary suddenly slowed down, narrowly avoiding a blow to the head. After dodging, he half-kneeled, his head bowed, shadow

iron rod from his henchman, and charged at Zachary while excitedly shouting, "He's worn out! Attack, don't