Guardian-In-Law by Five Generals novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483 Rock the Blade Enthusiast 

Miru’s words drew the attention of many to Leo. 

Leo pulled himself together from the excitement by then. 

He sneered. “What’s your motive for pinning this accusation on me, 

Miru? 

“We all saw that you were the first to rush over to Jeremiah. Here’s a question for you. Why were you in a hurry to get to him? Were you trying to cover something up?” 

Gazes bearing doubt fell on Miru. 

The crowd was filled with confusion. They felt like they were playing a game of Mafia, except the murder was real. There was no telling who was telling the truth or lies. 

Amid the mayhem, Leo’s trusted chauffeur approached him and whispered in his ear, “We have eyes on Angel and his people, Leg They are here in the lobby.” 

“Perfect timing. Miru and Angel will die today.” 

Leo smirked coldly and shouted, “Quiet!” 

His yelling silenced the room. 

Leo suddenly pointed at Angel who was among the crowd, but his eyes fixed on Miru. “Miru, I can’t believe you would sneak Cronus’ men to the funeral to kill Jeremiah. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

Everybody, Miru included, turned in the direction of his pointed finger. 

“Heh. That’s a clever move, Leo. I’m sure it won’t be long before you have the South River State underworld in the palm of your hand if you 

clever 

rule Lefteria Gang.” 

Angel removed his cap with a chuckle. 

He made no mention of Leo’s accusations that he was in cahoots with Miru. Perhaps it felt it was beneath him to explain. 

“To think you’d sneak into Master Cummingham’s funeral, Angel.” 

“I wouldn’t take things too far if I were you.” 

The founding members of Lefteria Gang yelled out. 

“Do it!” 

Getting right to it, Leo scoffed and made the fatal call. 

“Certainly.” 

A dozen men emerged and charged toward Angel and his men. 

“Angel, do you think we wouldn’t notice you sneaking in? You have been on my radar for a long time. I hired these pros just for you.” 

Leo narrowed his eyes dangerously at Angel, feeling like he w top of the situation. 

However, Angel did not panic or get angry as Leo imagined. Instea Angel let out a contemptuous smile. 

“This is child’s play.” 

Soon after, a figure sprung up from behind Angel. 

A tall, athletic middle-aged man with a badminton racket bag slung over his shoulder stepped forward. He took the bag off his shoulder and flung it, stumbled back from the blow. 

The fighter, who was sprinting at high velocity, fell back from the hit. 

The impact would have broken his ribs and caused him internal 

injuries. 

The remaining ten-odd combatants stopped and hesitated to move any closer. 

“Oof.”