My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 391

A young man from the hotel rooftop leaped down, landing in a half-kneel.

Two deep footprints appeared on the ground.

The next moment later, he was right in front of the boss in a flash.

With his pale and distinct hands, he grasped the boss by the throat and coldly demanded, “Who sent you?”

A sense of imminent death enveloped the boss, his pupils shrinking in terror.

The cold-faced young man swiftly snapped the boss’ neck.

He then turned his gaze to the other three men.

Just his gaze alone forced the three men to kneel.

The other two exchanged glances, choosing to remain silent.

The cold-faced youth scoffed, then swiftly moved and used his robust inner energy to shatter the hearts of the two men.

Killing was as easy as turning his hand.

This person was undeniably ruthless.

One of the guys was soaked in his own urine from fright. He blurted out, “It... it… it was Chad Mare who s-sent us!”

The cold-faced youth responded flatly, “Tell him... if he even thinks about harming Hera’s family, these men’s fate will be his.”

“Okay…”

The man stammeringly nodded vigorously before scrambling away into the shadows.

An old man in old-school clothing handed a voice recorder to the cold-faced youth.

Then, he and three others retreated.

The cold-faced youth turned to go back to the hotel but stopped abruptly. “Come out now…”

From the shadows, a man with scar tattoos all over his face and long, unkempt hair limped forward.

He looked like a vagrant who had been wandering for a long time.

“Sawyer Ford?”

The young man narrowed his eyes in recognition.

The impact was so immense like it was a large truck moving at full speed that he skidded several meters back.

It gouged two deep tracks in the asphalt.

The cold-faced youth was shocked. Without hesitation, he charged at Sawyer.

He was repelled with another explosive force, which sent him flying.

When he landed, he skidded another ten meters.

Pushing himself up from the ground, the young man spat out a mouthful of blood.

The difference in strength between the two stage nine great-grandmasters was horrifying!

Sawyer, truly deserving of his reputation as Martial Maniac, exclaimed with excitement, “Boy, meet your end!”

He leaped high, preparing to deliver a crushing blow.

However, just as he was about to land, a cold voice rang in his ear.

“Scram!”