Chapter 122 The Lousy Baseball Bat
Gerald came up with an idea, but he quickly said, “Bro, be cool. I will cooperate with you!”
“Whoosh!” At this time, a van stopped in front of them. The voice rang in Gerald’s ear again. “Get
into the van!”
Gerald obediently got into the car, and a few people followed in. The knife was pressed against Gerald’s back, and one of them sneered, “Well done, man. You have provoked all the richest guys in
Sacramento. You re risking your neck.”
Gerald smiled at them and said, “Who asked you to come?”
“Cut the crap. You’ll know when we get there” The person who spoke coldly snorted
The car continued to move forward. About twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance
of a club
Gerald was pushed out of the car, and someone scolded, “Go in!”
Gerald touched his nose and then walked towards the tennis club!
Seeing Gerald, one person smiled and said, “Tsk, tsk. He’s quite bold. He’s not flustered at all now
“After all, he was in jail for nine years.” Beside him, a person giggled and said, “He must be so
experienced. This is a small matter for him!”
“Hahaha. A group of people laughed!
Gerald was also pushed into a tennis court with lights on.
At this time, on a long chair next to the tennis court, Justin and Tyrone were sitting there. Not far away, Koen and Arnold were playing tennis.
In addition, there were more than a dozen people who were holding baseball bats and steel pipes.
Seeing Gerald arrive, Arnold and Koen put away the racket. Gerald was pushed to the ground, and then a large group of people surrounded him.
Arnold wiped his sweat and stood up Beside him, Koen and Tyrone also stood up. They walked to Gerald and looked at Gerald with a half smile
Tyrone looked up and down at Gerald and said with a half smile, “Heh, you’re so calm. You must have learned a lot after being in prison for nine years.”
As he spoke, he sighed and said, “I’ve already told you that I’d make you remember my name well. Now you can remember me, right?”
Gerald glanced at him and then swept his gaze over Justin and the others. He rubbed his nose and
said, “You…”
Just as he opened his mouth, Arnold took a step forward and interrupted Gerald, “How dare you.
stand and talk to us? Kneel down first, and we will show you!”
Gerald frowned.
Tyrone stepped forward and said, “Arnold asked you to kneel down. Don’t you understand?”
Gerald looked at him and said lightly, “You’re such a good dog!”
“What the hell did you say?” Tyrone’s face suddenly turned cold!
Gerald rubbed his nose, his gaze slowly sweeping over Justin, Arnold, and Koen. He said, “So, you called me here today to beat me up?”
“Hit you?” Arnold walked to Gerald’s side and stood in front of him. “You are wrong. We are not just hitting you. We are planning to humiliate you!”
Beside him, Justin also said indifferently, “I warned you to be good after you came back to Sacramento. But you actually dared to provoke me again and again. My hand was injured because of you. You can’t afford it, low life!”
Koen did not say anything. He took a step forward and smiled at Gerald. Suddenly, he raised the racket in his hand and smashed it at Gerald’s leg. He said, “Kneel down first, and then talk to us!”
A cold light suddenly flashed in Gerald’s eyes. Then, he suddenly raised his hand and held Koen’s head, fiercely pressing it down on the ground!
Koen only felt a strong force. He could not resist at all. In addition, he swung his arm hard. At that moment, he lost his balance. He actually hit Arnold, who was beside him.
“Bam!”
“Bang!”
Two sounds rang out Arnold’s leg was hit, and he grimaced in pain. As for Koen, his head was pressed down and fiercely smashed into the ground by Gerald!
Koen was hit so hard, and he let out waves of miserable screams!
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