The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 936

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 936
“Hmm? A backpacker? Brat, if you know what’s good for you, leave this instance. If you don’t, I’ll only be wasting a bullet on you!” said Leopold as he pointed a gun directly at the side of Gerald’s head.

In response, however, Gerald simply turned to look directly into Leopold’s eyes.

“The hell are you looking at, brat?” growled Leopold angrily.

“You know, though I’ve been wandering around for quite a while now, I must say that nobody’s actually dared to point a gun directly at my forehead before!” replied Gerald with a laugh.

“A death wish? Be my guest!” roared Leopold as his finger moved to pull the trigger.

However, the next thing he knew, a clang of metal echoed throughout the cave.

It took Leopold a second to realize that the gun was no longer in his hand, and it was at that moment when he knew he had f*cked up.

As cold sweat began trickling down Leopold’s forehead, everyone—including Whistler and his men—was so stunned that they didn’t even dare to breathe.

After all, everyone had seen it happen. In that split second before the trigger was pulled, Gerald had flicked a branch so precisely that it jammed the tip of Leopold’s gun!

As if that feat wasn’t amazing enough, the laws of physics didn’t seem to apply to Gerald at all since not only did the branch pierce through the gun, it actually embedded itself at least an inch into the cave’s solid walls!

Leopold felt a faint trickle of blood flow down his cheek as he stared wide-eyed at his gun which was now hanging loosely like an onion ring on a kebab stick.

By god! What kind of strength and speed even was that?!

If Gerald had only aimed the branch at his throat or chest, he would’ve been dead just like that!

“I-incredible!” stuttered Leopold as he gulped down hard.

“Since I’ll be staying the night here, please choose how you want this to go. You can either go outside and fight me now, or leave us alone. What’s it going to be?” asked Gerald as he bit into his roasted hare.

Narrowing his eyes in utter fear, Leopold immediately shouted, “We’ll withdraw!”