Winner Takes All novel Chapter 777

That sudden scene.

Left everyone in doubts.

Wow…

Everyone was in shock and could not believe it.

At such moment, it was hard to care about Saxon’s majesty, everyone blurted out in exclamation.

“Fuck! What happened? Why did Marshall kneel down in a sudden?”

“This is the backup of Saxon? He kneel down right away when he’s here, he wants to try fair means before resorting to force?”

“Is something wrong with my eyes? It…happened so sudden…”

…

Facing the public’s discussion in surprise.

Even the thirty over body guards of Saxon were stunned, they found it incredible.

Some people’s expressions were changed at the spot.

Shirley felt dumb-founded.

Saxon at the side trembled and he felt like his head was exploding soon. His gloomy eyes were widened in rare, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Damn it!

What the hell was happening?

At this moment, Marshall was still kneeling on the ground with his upper body straightened.

If it was usual, someone laughing like this in public would definitely piss him off.

But now, he dared not to move.

The comments of the crowd surrounding him and those scorching eyes made him feel like he was burning with fire like a glow on his back.

Quietly.

Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, which appeared like rain.

Marshall managed to endure the panic in his heart, but the Status Insignia in front of him seemed like a big invisible hand, destroying his last defence from the inside and making his body tremble uncontrollably.

Marshall at such exact moment, if it were not for Jack and Mr. Ward in front of him.

He would have the urge to get up immediately, turn around and get Saxon killed.

This…was really an unfortunate!

Fear was like weed, wrapping around Marshall’s body.

His chest was moving violently, and he felt a sense of suffocation.

He had been supporting Saxon, he was already used to doing bad things at South Maine.

But who knew, he would be in such situation today?

No…did he just enter the gate of hell?

“Mr. Marshall, what…what happened to you?”

Behind him, Saxon wailed in horror.

Marshall shook his body, without turning his head, and yelled, “Shut up! I’m not your elder brother!”

A burst of roar.

Instantly turned the murderous atmosphere on the road to a grotesque and weird scene.

Saxon’s backup kneeling down in front of outsiders just because of a Status Insignia , seemed absurd to everyone.

However, such thing was ongoing now.

From the beginning to the end, these outsiders were regarded as people who were going to die.

Their expressions did not differ too much, they were calmer than anyone else…

Mr. Ward stood still in front of Marshall.

He looked down at Marshall with burning anger.

He slowly opened his mouth, “You little rascal, you’re clear about the rules from afar, how dare you acted as a bully at thousands of miles away, the dog you raised deliberately murdered the master of the house, so…how should you be punished?”

Boom!

The tone was calm but the words were cold and harsh.

Marshall could no longer hold it, his body trembled to the maximum, as if convulsed.

There was mist in his eyes.

As the South Maine director of the Hughes family office.

He clearly knew what the “the master of the family” mean.