Chapter 3

“Root brother, that kid is here.”

Hillary Morris respectfully shouted at a bald youth.

Harry Malan glanced contemptuously at a few people, causing the youth to become angry.

“Is it him?”

The man known as Geng glanced at Harry Malan's gaunt figure and sneered coldly in an instant.

"Indeed, Geng, this kid has some skills, those rich women are throwing money at him left and right."

"Hmph, doesn't that make it easy to solve?"

Upon hearing this, Geng's eyes sparkled with gold, and he strode confidently toward Harry Malan, putting on a big brother act: "Dude, you made my brother unhappy, how do we resolve this?"

Harry Marlow's lips curled into a smirk, a chill in his eyes as he did not directly respond, but instead taunted Hillary Morris: "Hillary Morris, getting better at your tricks? You can scare me with some street toughs now?"

"Scare? You haven't seen my real skills yet? Without a hundred thousand, you little guy won't be leaving today."

Hillary Morris brandished the baseball bat in her hand, shamelessly.

“Wow, I’d really like to see how skilled he is.” Harry Malan couldn’t care less and even lit a cigarette.

“Hey, who do you think you are?”

The social youth, seeing Harry Malan didn’t take him seriously, angrily said.

“Haha, not looking down on anyone, I’m just looking at a pile of garbage here. Of course, don’t mind! Garbage getting angry will just burn itself.”

Harry Malan said seriously.

These words completely ignited the inner anger of these social youth.

"Kill him."

Even that guy couldn't swallow this kind of humiliation.

A roar went up, and six or seven young henchmen quickly pulled out shiny daggers from their pockets and charged towards Harry Malan.

"This young man is truly hot-tempered."

Watching the charging group of young men, Harry Malan waved his hand, as if extremely regretful.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly raised his hand, and the six or seven social youths were instantly dazed, their faces as if they had been hammered by a large iron lump, not only making them dizzy from the blow.

Even worse, several teeth fell onto the ground.

In half a minute, multiple young socialites fell to the ground without making a sound.

The scene scared Hillary Morris and Geng to gulp in cold air, as if they had encountered a killing god.

Harry Malan put down his hand, picked up a cigarette, tapped the ash, took a deep breath, and asked Gong with an icy tone, "Who did you say you were going to kill just now?"

Harry Malan's words were bone-chilling, and Gong couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. This was like kicking against steel?

With a thud, Gong stammered and kowtowed, "I, I...!"

Gong was so scared that he stammered and couldn't say a word for a long time.

“Why don’t you have some sense, how did you become the big brother? Don’t you understand what I mean? Do you have to wait for me to slap you in the face to realize?”

Harry Malan leaned back, a faint glint of hostility directed at Gen Ge.

“Got it, got it.”

Gen Ge, who had some sense in the underworld, understood, and immediately grabbed Hillary Morris by the collar.

“Meaning what, brother?”

Hillary Morris immediately panicked, before she could react, that brother gave him a hard slap.

Hillary Morris covered her face and fell to the ground, screaming: "Brother, stop, it hurts."

"Stop? If I don't deal with you, I won't have a good day today? You idiot, trying to scare me, didn't you test their skills first, and now you've caused trouble for me."

This guy cursed inwardly.

Hillary Morris fell to the ground, and he gave her a brutal beating with kicks and punches.

In less than a minute, Hillary Morris's entire face was flattened by this guy like a pig's head in a stew, her body bent like a shrimp.

"Hari, do you see this? If it doesn't work, I'll really kill him today."

Gen ge gasped for breath, bowing low to ask Harry Malan.

"He won't die from this, but! This kid, as if he owes me a bowl of ."

"Understood."

This time Gen ge figured out Harry Malan's pattern. Harry Malan remained silent, and Gen ge grabbed Hillary Morris's head with one hand, directly flushing it down the toilet...

“Pah, stop it! Gen, let go, Harry Malan, I beg you, spare me this time…!”

Hillary Morris was extremely anxious, what if she ate this? She might not be…

“Hurry, the beauty is waiting for me!”

Harry Malan gave no chance for Hillary Morris to beg for mercy, demanding that Gen finish it quickly.

I don't know who forgot to flush the toilet after using it, but someone's stomach got upset, and the liquid in the toilet is still warm...

"Good grief, don't! Um..."

This scene was too much for Harry Marlan to handle; seeing Hillary Morris' head pushed into the liquid, he turned and left.

"Hey, done? Did he eat?"

Linda Henry, seeing Harry Malan return as if nothing had happened, asked with great interest.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I guess I'll be sick to my stomach every time I drink congee from now on."

Harry Malan smirked with a sense of mischief.

"Really?"

Linda Henry had some doubts, but thinking about it, it was indeed disgusting...

"Our in Orlando is customer first, can I still fool you?"

Harry Malan smiled frankly, revealing his sincerity, then changed the subject: "Miss, looking at you, I suddenly want to sing a song called 'Heartbeat'!"

“I’m here.” Linda Henry snatched the microphone: “It’s love at first sight! Bad looks can’t be avoided, looking at each other wanting to run away, you and I are like, a comet about to collide with Earth…!”

The lyrics hesitated, reflecting Linda Henry’s current mood, creating resonance.

The arranged marriage by the family might make Linda Henry unworthy of love for the rest of her life.

But at this moment, he was connected with Harry Malan, a joyful expression spreading across Linda Henry's pretty face, causing ripples.

Looking at Linda Henry's rosy cheeks, Harry Malan was actually slightly moved?

Of course, after his heart trembled slightly, Harry Malan suppressed this emotion deep in his heart. He did share a sense of empathy with Linda Henry, but he was also held back by the fate of his own old man.

Harry Malan refused the arranged marriage in his heart, but he couldn't withstand the anger of his old man at home.

When the old man lost his temper, Harry Malan's meager strength left him powerless to retaliate.

The two gradually began to sing together. Linda Henry smiled and greeted, singing while urging Harry Malan to drink.

These drinks meant nothing to Harry Malan, but Linda Henry, who had already overindulged, was quite tipsy. Her radiant smile was still there, though her cheeks were flushed.

Her eyes were hazy, and she couldn't help but embrace Harry Malan.

"Thank you, it's the happiest day of my life today. I hope you'll still make me feel this way in the future!"

Linda Henry said, her delicate body pressing closer to Harry Malan.

“Haha, as long as you're satisfied, miss.”

Harry Malan gave his signature smile, raised his hand, and continued to toast Linda Henry.

"I'd also like to hear you sing a song together."

Linda Henry, swaying unsteadily, collapsed into Harry Malan's arms, her small head soon resting on Harry Malan's shoulder.

"What?" Harry Malan was dumbfounded; he had never encountered a situation like this before, was she drunk?

What do we do? Who can offer some advice?

But despite being a bit clueless, Harry Malan was still a principled person. With one hand around Linda Henry's slender and beautiful legs, he lifted her soft and silky figure.

Looking at Linda Henry like this, she could only be accommodated in a hotel.

“Awful defeat! Didn’t get any profit, ended up paying rent, it’s truly damaging my young master’s reputation.” Holding Linda Henry’s slender figure with both hands, Harry Malan shook his head and walked towards the neighboring hotel…

At this moment, inside the bar’s restroom.

It’s really… damn it…

Looking at Hillary Morris's face, which was as ugly as it could possibly be, Gege couldn't help but speak up: "Xiao Hao... you can't blame me either... why didn't you make it clear from the start... wasn't Harry Malan just a waiter? How come he's so tough..." Before he could finish, Hillary Morris waved her hand to cut him off:

"Gege! Don't say any more! I understand your difficulties, but this can't just be left like this. Otherwise, I will never be content no matter what!"

"You can rest assured! This matter won't just end like this! I'm at least someone who has been around, if this thing just ends like this, how am I supposed to mix in the streets in the future?" said Root Brother, stomping his foot fiercely.

"Ouch? It's quite lively here?" a familiar voice came.

No need to say, it's Harry Malan.

How did he get here?

“What are you talking about here? Is it convenient for me to join you?”

What?!

Everyone started to feel nervous.

But everyone felt that his smile was particularly sinister and frightening.