Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1600
Following that, Gerald’s hands turned as sharp as claws as well!

Before Miguel could even land his attack, Gerald easily grabbed the middle-aged man by the neck before lifting and tossing him to the side!

His neck now bloodied, the heavily injured Miguel slowly got to his knees—with much difficulty—before muttering, “…You… To… think that you… knew how… to use the Thunderclap…!”

With Miguel’s blood quite literally gushing out of his mouth now, the dying man wasn’t even able to complete his sentence.

However, he did know for a fact that Gerald had used that attack together with the Thrusting Dragon… With that said, Miguel truly hadn’t expected Gerald to actually use the skill that he had been so proud of mastering to end his life…

Knowing that he would never be able to redeem himself of this humiliation, Miguel finally gave up, flopping right into his own pool of blood, dead…

After witnessing all that, Yesirn was now so terrified that he almost appeared to be in some sort of trance! Slowly squatting to keep his wildly trembling body balanced, Yesirn found himself thinking, ‘…Not even Miguel, a Sixth-rank Chakra King and a guardian of the Quartermain family was able to deal with Gerald…! With that in mind, who else is there to come save me…?!’

Now that Miguel had been dealt with, Gerald turned to stare at Yesirn before mocking, “Now then… Who else is there to save you, Young Master Quartermain?”

Crawford…! Please, forgive me…! I admit that I was wrong and that I shouldn’t have offended you…! With that said, please be the bigger man and spare me…! I’ll definitely be

he was truthfully already thinking about his escape plan. In the end, Yesirn believed that as long as he could reunite with his family, he would surely be able to get some people to deal with

was able to read through Yesirn’s thoughts like an

know that? Don’t you realize you’re already in my grasps?’ Gerald

in hell that Gerald was going to allow Yesirn to leave… After all, he

simply slapped Yesirn tight on his face, not even

flung to the side, Yesirn slowly fumbled to his knees again, his mouth now bloodied and several of his teeth missing. Rather than a young master, Yesirn was now nothing more than a

of the remaining participants of the birthday party—who were still alive—had already fled the Featherlight Pavilion by this point, and many of the pavilion’s management

sensible people who instantly rushed to the Quartermains to report the incident to them. After all, Young Master Quartermain getting

pressure as he warned, “Now then… I’ll be waiting for your family to come. You’d best hope that my sister is

If they didn’t, he knew for a fact that Gerald would kill him

be heard outside the Featherlight Pavilion. It was quite

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