Chapter 27 Be Ruthless
“Don’t bark at me like a dog,” Gerald smiled, looked at Fletcher, and said indifferently.
For a moment, the entire factory suddenly quieted down. Some people looked at Gerald, and most of them were
stunned.
Especially those who didn’t know Gerald before were completely stunned.
This place was Fletcher’s private place. These girls were often called over to have fup. They were just here to drink with the rich kids. Of course, that included sex.
They could get very generous tips from it.
After coming here so many times, they had seen too many people being brought into Fletcher’s place. Some of them would be beaten up. Others would be sent to the hospital and bedridden for months.
No matter who it was, when they came to this factory and faced Fletcher, they all looked submissive.
Gerald was the first person who dared to challenge Fletcher in this place.
After a brief moment of shock, a person came up with a baseball bat and said, “Kid, what the fuck are you saying? I’ll kill you now.”
Gerald raised his eyebrows, looked at him, pointed to his head, and said, “Come on. If you can’t kill me, I’ll kill you.”
The man’s face was full of anger. He came up with a baseball bat and said loudly, “Do you think I don’t dare?”
Obviously, he had done this kind of thing many times.
“Stop.” Fletcher stood up and clapped. “In Los Angeles, you are the first person who dares to talk to me like this.”
Gerald smiled at Fletcher, “So?”
“People who don’t know will think that you are one of the rich kids from rich families,” Fletcher said. He stepped on the table in front of him. The table was full of wine. He picked up a glass and a bottle of wine. He poured wine and
walked toward Gerald.
“But in fact, you are just a porter.” As Fletcher spoke, he had already walked in front of Gerald. Holding the wine bottle, Fletcher said, “If I kill you, no one will avenge you. You don’t have to be so arrogant in front of me.”
As Fletcher spoke, his face suddenly became ferocious. The wine glass in his left hand splashed towards Gerald. At the same time, the thick wine bottle in his right hand suddenly smashed toward Gerald’s head.
Gerald’s face revealed a trace of disdain. He leaned slightly to the side, dodging the wine, and at the same time, he
suddenly stretched forward with his hands.
In almost an instant, Fletcher discovered that the wine glass and the wine bottle in his hands had suddenly disappeared.
Gerald’s body suddenly spun, and the wine glass accurately caught the scattered wine in the air. Gerald waved his right hand high.
“Bang.”
In the next instant, the wine bottle landed on Fletcher’s head.
“Clank.”
The thick wine bottle instantly shattered. Fletcher only felt a burst in his head. Before Fletcher could react, Gerald was
pressing down on his head.
“Boom.”
Gerald pressed Fletcher’s head down and smashed Fletcher’s head on the table.
Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Gerald stretched out his foot and stepped on Fletcher’s face.
At the same time, Gerald shook the wine glass with his left hand. He lifted it up slightly, took a sip, and said, “This good wine should not be wasted.”
Gerald took all the wine that had spilled out. He even beat up Fletcher in the process. It was all done in one go.
All the people were stunned.
Gerald’s skill was completely beyond their imagination. They had no idea how Gerald did it.
“Over the past three years, memory loss has made me a lot more tolerable,” at the same time, Gerald sighed. “I can’t believe I feel a little guilty about this. If it had been three years ago, this guy would probably have spent the rest of his life in the hospital.”
Everyone was still in a daze. They didn’t even have time to speak until blood began to gush out from Fletcher’s head and spread to the table.
Hearing Fletcher’s pained groan, people around him finally came back to their senses.
“Ah!”
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