Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid novel Chapter 89

Dawn cried out, “Get out of here. You can never defeat them.”

“Leave me alone. I don't want you to get into trouble.” Dawn sobbed.

Jackson had a wicked smile on his face as he beckoned his men to block the door.

“You think you can leave this building unscathed? Your only option is to jump out of the window.”

Zeke ignored Jackson and took the knife away from Dawn. He then put the silver needles on her neck to stop the bleeding.

Next, he moved a stool and let Dawn sit on it.

“Dawn, sit back and enjoy the show.”

“Someday the dragon will rise, and the river will flow backwards. Someday the tiger will return to the mountain, and half of the sky will be stained with blood!”

“I will beat their asses and show them how winning is done. I'm your brother-in-law, that means something.”

Dawn raised up her head in surprise.

Is this mysterious man going to show his true colours today?

What is this man capable of?

Is he able to beat off all of them?

Jackson sneered, “What a f*****g ostentatious man!

“Boys, go get him now!”

“Let's beat his ass and let him watch how I sleep with his wife and his sister-in-law!”

The muscular men all charged at Zeke.

Zeke held the knife tight and turned around slowly, looking extremely calm.

“It's just... I felt pity for this imported wool carpet.”

Looking confused, everyone wondered what this had to do with the carpet.

Dawn stared at his back in a daze.

His figure looked rather familiar to her as if she had seen it somewhere else.

Zeke finally moved his body when the men came near him.

He swung his knife at them with effortless grace.

After exactly five seconds, Zeke put the knife away. He had ended the commotion and remained still.

As for these muscular men, they stood still as if they had been petrified and turned into a status. Then they looked at their arms dumbfoundedly while their arms fell off onto the floor.

Blood instantly poured out from their arms and stained the wool carpet. What a waste of a wool carpet.

Argh!

The muscular men finally came back to their senses and collapsed onto the floor. They clutched their broken arms and screamed in pain.

A demon!

Did we just meet a demon?

In just five seconds, he has cut off all of our arms.

He's definitely a demon. How can a mortal possess such power?

Jackson peed on the spot out of terror.