The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 847
Storm flexed his muscles and nodded, "Alright."
Then he tumbled from the second floor, fell to the ground floor, and quickly joined the fight.
When he passed by Zephyr, he even had time to casually remark to Zephyr, "Wounded people should rest on the side. Be careful; you don't want to permanently disable yourself.
Zephyr was irritated, and his expression darkened, but he knew he couldn't overwork his body.
He had ripped open his wounds, and his muscles were strained in various places. There was pain all over his body. It could end badly if he forced himself to keep going.
Though he didn't want to, he had to slow down.
He took a step back and observed the situation.
Storm teamed up with Charles after he joined. They morphed into deadly fighting machines. Despite his abilities, Claude was unable to defend against them.
And someone on the upper floor had a gun pointed in his direction.
His expression darkened. He fought back fiercely, panting heavily, and demanded angrily, "Who the hell are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"
Storm smacked him in the face. With a chilly sneer, he said, "It doesn't matter who we are. All you need to know is that you're going to die tonight!"
Claude had a long history of involvement with the underworld, but he had never met such haughty people before. His heart sank to the floor. He knew he was going to die tonight.
In desperation, all he could say was, "You can't kill me! If you do, the mafia will not spare you!"
Storm cocked an eyebrow at this and asked, "Oh, really? I'm terrified."
Coldly, Charles scoffed, "So what? Are they very powerful?"
Each of them reacted in exactly the same way, as if they couldn't care less. Their attitude was haughty.
Their attacks became ruthless immediately after they said that.
Storm nearly leaped up and struck his abdomen with his knee.
Claude's expression changed instantly. His organs cramped together, and his face contorted in pain.
This was far from the end.
Charles abruptly lifted his leg and kicked him on the chin.
Claude seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking almost instantly. His chin was in such pain that his entire body went numb.
It was too much for him to bear. He couldn't stand up straight. He collapsed to the ground after knocking over the table behind him.
Claude reacted swiftly, and he quickly decided that he needed to stand up.
However, Storm's mocking voice could be heard saying, "I advise you not to act rashly. Otherwise, you'll get a bullet in the head."
Claude endured the agony. When he looked up, he saw that not only Cloud was standing on the second floor, but that everyone dressed in black had a gun in their hands.
Everyone pointed their guns at his head!
Now, his entire body was rigid with fear, and he dared not move a muscle.
He was astounded by the skills and abilities of those in front of him.
He had offended many people over the years, but none were as powerful as this one.
Who are these people?
"Who are you?" Claude asked again, clenching his teeth. "I apologize if I have offended you in the past. I'm willing to pay a large sum of money as long as you spare my life!"
In response to this, Storm snorted coldly, his eyes full of superiority.
"I thought you were tough, but how come you were pleading for mercy so quickly?"
Claude had blood on the corners of his mouth. He felt humiliated, but he wanted to keep his pride.
"I'm not begging for mercy; I'm trying to make a deal. Someone should have given you benefits and bribes if you're willing to take my life! I can give you anything you want. You set your own price; any amount is acceptable!"
With a small frown, Charles scowled.
"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with us?" he asked impatiently.
Storm scowled disdainfully and asked, "Any amount is fine? Do you consider your life to be valuable? Don't worry; we'll take care of your organization after you're gone. We don't need your money; we can get it ourselves. Now, let's cut the nonsense. Let's figure out how to torture you later, shall we?
"We should probably start with your legs," he said as his eyes swept over Claude. "You just kicked me a couple of times. It hurt a lot, so let's disable your legs first."
Then he tumbled from the second floor, fell to the ground floor, and quickly joined the fight.
When he passed by Zephyr, he even had time to casually remark to Zephyr, "Wounded people should rest on the side. Be careful; you don't want to permanently disable yourself.
Zephyr was irritated, and his expression darkened, but he knew he couldn't overwork his body.
He had ripped open his wounds, and his muscles were strained in various places. There was pain all over his body. It could end badly if he forced himself to keep going.
Though he didn't want to, he had to slow down.
He took a step back and observed the situation.
Storm teamed up with Charles after he joined. They morphed into deadly fighting machines. Despite his abilities, Claude was unable to defend against them.
And someone on the upper floor had a gun pointed in his direction.
His expression darkened. He fought back fiercely, panting heavily, and demanded angrily, "Who the hell are you? Why are you trying to kill me?"
Storm smacked him in the face. With a chilly sneer, he said, "It doesn't matter who we are. All you need to know is that you're going to die tonight!"
Claude had a long history of involvement with the underworld, but he had never met such haughty people before. His heart sank to the floor. He knew he was going to die tonight.
In desperation, all he could say was, "You can't kill me! If you do, the mafia will not spare you!"
Storm cocked an eyebrow at this and asked, "Oh, really? I'm terrified."
Coldly, Charles scoffed, "So what? Are they very powerful?"
Each of them reacted in exactly the same way, as if they couldn't care less. Their attitude was haughty.
Their attacks became ruthless immediately after they said that.
Storm nearly leaped up and struck his abdomen with his knee.
Claude's expression changed instantly. His organs cramped together, and his face contorted in pain.
This was far from the end.
Charles abruptly lifted his leg and kicked him on the chin.
Claude seemed to hear the sound of bones cracking almost instantly. His chin was in such pain that his entire body went numb.
It was too much for him to bear. He couldn't stand up straight. He collapsed to the ground after knocking over the table behind him.
Claude reacted swiftly, and he quickly decided that he needed to stand up.
However, Storm's mocking voice could be heard saying, "I advise you not to act rashly. Otherwise, you'll get a bullet in the head."
Claude endured the agony. When he looked up, he saw that not only Cloud was standing on the second floor, but that everyone dressed in black had a gun in their hands.
Everyone pointed their guns at his head!
Now, his entire body was rigid with fear, and he dared not move a muscle.
He was astounded by the skills and abilities of those in front of him.
He had offended many people over the years, but none were as powerful as this one.
Who are these people?
"Who are you?" Claude asked again, clenching his teeth. "I apologize if I have offended you in the past. I'm willing to pay a large sum of money as long as you spare my life!"
In response to this, Storm snorted coldly, his eyes full of superiority.
"I thought you were tough, but how come you were pleading for mercy so quickly?"
Claude had blood on the corners of his mouth. He felt humiliated, but he wanted to keep his pride.
"I'm not begging for mercy; I'm trying to make a deal. Someone should have given you benefits and bribes if you're willing to take my life! I can give you anything you want. You set your own price; any amount is acceptable!"
With a small frown, Charles scowled.
"Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with us?" he asked impatiently.
Storm scowled disdainfully and asked, "Any amount is fine? Do you consider your life to be valuable? Don't worry; we'll take care of your organization after you're gone. We don't need your money; we can get it ourselves. Now, let's cut the nonsense. Let's figure out how to torture you later, shall we?
"We should probably start with your legs," he said as his eyes swept over Claude. "You just kicked me a couple of times. It hurt a lot, so let's disable your legs first."
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What kind of stupid confusion is this, how come she didn't know that the my bourvart they are talking about is Jean?...
Author uses too many words to describe useless things and then don't clarify others, who is this aunts friend. Neere went to play golf with who?...
Why is she keeping so many secrets from Jean?...
is it too much to ask, when are they going to know that Jean is the father of her triplets???? the man that night 6yrs ago is Jean???!!!!!!...
Chapter 328, did Alfonso not meet Jeann before, how does he not recognise him huh...
I'm a bit confused, does Roxanna not know that her sister is married..this chapter makes it look like she doesn't know but they already went to Jean for money huh...
Too many words to explain somethings, it's a waste.......
Good Day Dear Author! i just want to ask, why it cant read in normal format? the sentences for every chapter is cut, almost half of the sentence is cut thats why cant read it as whole. Thankyou....