The Disguised Billionaire She Rejected novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

That statement made Marcus hold his gaze up. Fredick was grinning ear to ear. He had the upper hand.

“Ughn, what are you gonna do? Let me repeat it. I will fuck her brain out!” he stated loudly.

“Ha ha…”

Smack!

Fredick wasn’t able to finish laughing before he got an uppercut to the jaw, delivered brutally from Marcus’s ruthless punch.

Fredick’s grin faded the moment his head snapped back.

His eyes widened in confusion more than pain.

Marcus stood over him, his shoulders was steady, and was breathing like nothing had touched him at all.

The impact sent a sharp jolt through his skull, like a hammer strike on an iron.

He shook his head hard, trying to clear the ringing in his ears.

What the hell?.

He had injected Marcus with enough sedative to drop an elephant ten minutes ago.

Frederick was shocked. He thought Marcus should have passed out by now from the drug injection. But

Marcus had not.

Instead, he had just gave him a strong punch. Frederick’s head started to hurt bad.

What the heck.

But he believed maybe Marcus was running on the last bit of energy.

“Wow. Nice try,” Frederick said with a smirk. “But let me finish this up. You got a good body. Your organs will fetch us a lot of money.”

Marcus stood up straight. The bead in his hand blinked, which means the bead power was on motion and he could feel the energy running in his vien.

“I swear you will never get the hand to do all what you say,” Marcus said.

Frederick came at him fast. He threw a hard right punch, then a left hook.

Marcus weaved to the side, dodging both. Frederick tried again with a big swing to the head. Marcus ducked low and stepped in close.

Marcus hit first. His fist landed smack on Frederick’s jaw.

Bam

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Frederick’s head snapped back. Before he could recover, Marcus threw two more punches to the body. Each one hit hard like a hammer. Frederick bent over, gasping.

Now Marcus had the upper hand. He kept going. Punch after punch. Smack to the nose. Blood flew out.

Bam to the cheek.

Frederick’s face started to swell. Marcus did not stop. He hit the ribs, the stomach, and back up to the face. Frederick tried to block but his arms felt slow. He could not land one clean hit.

Marcus moved around him like a shadow. He landed a heavy uppercut. Frederick’s lip split open. More blood poured down his chin.

Another punch to the eye made it shut tight. Frederick swung wild, missing everything.

The fight was all one way now. Marcus beat him all over.

One big punch landed right on the mouth. Three of Frederick’s teeth flew up into the air. They landed on the ground with small wet sounds.

Frederick fell hard on his back. He could not get up. His face was bloody and messed up. He breathed heavy, as his eyes wide with pain and surprise.

Frederick couldn’t lift a finger. He lay there on the ground, breathing weak and slow. His body was done.

Marcus knelt over him fast.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

He punched Frederick right in the face again and again. Blood gushed out from his nose and mouth, splashing on the ring floor.

Frederick’s eyes were almost closed. His face looked like raw meat.

“Please… don’t kill me,” Frederick begged in a weak voice.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Marcus said, still punching. “You said this is win or die.”

He did not stop. The spectators who came to cheer for Frederick were shocked. They stood there with wide eyes. At this rate, they knew Marcus was going to kill him.

Three bodyguards jumped into the ring. They pointed guns at Marcus.

“Hey, stop! It’s okay like that. You have won,” the Congressman said.

Marcus sniffed and looked up. “The rule is win or die.”

The Congressman shook his head. “You don’t want to do that. If he dies, then it’s the same for you. Even if you escape here, we can charge you for murder and track you anywhere.”

One of the big men added, “I already did background check on you. You are just a poor man, an orphan in fact, no connections. Let him be and I will give you 2 million.”

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Marcus scoffed. “Fuck your money.”

Then… smack!.

He gave Frederick another punch. This one made Frederick go unconscious. His head rolled to the side.

“Kill him!” the Congressman shouted. The gaurd was about to carry out the order.

Just then, a voice yelled from the side, “What the heck is this? What’s happening here?”

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