Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg

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!”

instant, the strong man let

he couldn’t use those extraordinary martial arts but ordinary martial arts, which was still no problem.

licked his lips. “How dare you assault him? Interesting! No wonder you’ve been sent to

others quickly surrounded him and said

eyebrows slightly

said, “I’ll go with you, but don’t fucking touch me. Whoever touches me will

“You…”

furious when they saw that Gerald still dared to speak to them

his hand. “Let him walk by himself. When we

smile appeared on

about to step out when the black–dressed beauty called Gigi hurriedly said, “You can’t go with them. You will be beaten to death by

kind and righteous.

smile and then ignored her. He followed the group of people and left the bar, walking

was nothing she could do. She wanted to follow, but she

Andrew said with a smile, “Gigi, 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

deserves it.”

beauty screamed and ran towards the door of the bar without

up and paced back and forth. Later, Andrew also ran out with his people

persuade her.

the black–dressed beauty ignored him.

the door. If Gerald was seriously

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 just now. We don’t want to

me?”

directly jumped behind and raised his

in Gerald’s eyes. He slightly turned sideways, reached out his right hand, grabbed that

man’s leg and the man was forced to do

“Ah!”

he have such flexibility? He let out

Gerald still dared to make a move,

short–haired man said happily. After the group

“Let me introduce myself. My

that you have practiced a lot in prison

Gerald.

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

Enoch asked with

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

at Gerald, narrowed his eyes 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 people laughed sinisterly.