Chapter 295 I Am … a Watchman
“If you want these two knives, I’m afraid you have to use your head to exchange for them.” Gerald’s voice was calm. He curled his lips, revealing a disdainful smile.
His gaze at Raiden was filled with arrogance, disdain, and anger.
When Raiden heard Gerald’s words and looked at Gerald in the eyes, he somehow felt goosebumps
all over his body.
But a ruthless expression immediately flashed across his face. He grabbed Gerald by the neck and pressed him down on the chair. “Brat, you dare to fucking threaten me? I don’t care how you got injured. Don’t pretend to be ruthless in front of me. I’m clear about what kind of relatives Wesley has. If he’s got a powerful relative, he would have come to me earlier. How do you fucking dare to threaten me? You’re risking your neck!”
Gerald was almost strangled to death. The wound was painful.
But Gerald still wore a disdainful expression on his face.
The sound of footsteps grew heavier and heavier in his ears.
At the same time, Raiden left two people to guard the entrance to prevent any accidents from
happening.
At this time, someone ran over in a panic and said, “Raiden, someone … someone is coming!”
“Who is it?” Raiden suddenly looked at Wesley and said, “Did you call the police?”
There was still some fear in his expression. After all, it was illegal to release usury.
His gaze at Wesley was filled with ruthlessness and threat.
When Wesley saw this look, he was extremely scared. He hurriedly said, “No, I didn’t.”
Raiden suddenly looked at Gerald and said, “Did you call the police?”
Gerald chuckled and didn’t say anything. He still had that disdainful expression on his face.
“Alright, brat, I will remember you. You will understand one day how much trouble you have caused Wesley and the others.” Raiden said with a black face.
At the side, Wesley and Leila suddenly changed their expressions.
The biggest reason they didn’t dare to call the police was that even if Wesley was in prison, the enemies would still come to find faults with them.
“Raiden, they … don’t seem to be the police…” At this time, the man who came in to report said. “What?” Raiden frowned. “What do you mean?”
“So many people are gathering outside. I feel that there are not so many policemen in our town,”
said the man who came in said.
On the village path, there were hundreds of mobile phone lights flashing. They followed one after one on the path and pulled into a long queue, constantly approaching Wesley’s home like stars.
Raiden was stunned, but he quickly figured out that these people were gathered by Gerald.
If Gerald could gather more than 100 people at once, then what power did Gerald have?
Raiden’s expression was extremely sullen. He stared at Gerald and asked, “Brat, who the hell are
you?”
Gerald looked at Wesley and Leila next to him and smiled at them. Then, he looked at Raiden and
smiled. “I’m a Watchman!”
“What?” Raiden didn’t understand what he meant.
At this moment, Gerald let out a breath. Regardless of his injuries and Raiden’s grab, Gerald used his biggest strength to shout, “For every being who is breathing!”
Gerald’s sudden shout stunned everyone in the room.
Then, they heard people shout in unison on the village path outside the room.
“We devote ourselves to the future we want!”
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