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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1007
“This is your own fault for courting death! Prepare to be killed!” roared the bald man as one of his men immediately revealed a short blade and aimed it at Gerald’s chest!

Lunging toward Gerald, it took the assailant a second to realize that though his short blade had struck, spot on, to where he was aiming for, for some ungodly reason, the blade had failed to penetrate Gerald’s chest!

“What?”

It was the only response the stupefied man could say as Gerald angrily replied, “Don’t say I didn’t warn any of you!”

After saying that, Gerald immediately retaliated by slapping the man hard on his cheek! Though it had only been a single slap, the man was sent flying into the air!

The last thing the man could register was his head deforming as blood gushed out his eyes. Upon landing in a puddle of mud a few dozen feet away, the man was already as good as gone.

“…He knows martial arts!” declared the bald man, shocked by the turn of events. However, he instantly recomposed himself as he gestured his large hand before saying, “Don’t hold back! Get rid of him, everyone!”

order, the remaining six men rushed toward Gerald at the same time. As was expected, however, there was no way in hell that

efficiently landed fatal blows on all six of them. In just a few seconds, all six people were already lying dead on the ground, their agonized expressions suggesting that they had died in terrible

man to himself as cold sweat began running down his forehead. He realized now that he was the only one left, and though he was terrified, his legs felt like

turned as red as a demon’s by now—began walking toward him, the bald man became

standing before the bald man, Gerald said, “Everything could’ve ended nicely if everyone had just been amiable to each other, no? Why

you’re right… I swear on my life that I’ll always be amiable from now

subordinates to make a move on me! Isn’t that taking it a

won’t do anything like this anymore!

let him off if he pleaded enough, he soon found out that he was dead wrong. Before

the screaming finally ended, Gerald turned to look at a tree before

grass could be heard as a white-haired old

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