Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 438 Threat 

The group of people in the underground garage were shocked by the noise and stopped what they were doing. They looked at the door together.

When they saw that it was only Patrick alone, a contemptuous smile appeared on their face.

“He’s just an injured good-for-nothing. Who do I think he is? Don’t forget that we saved him from the mountain like a dog today.”

Gaelen, who was leading the way, stepped forward first, picked up a stick against the wall, and waved it in his hand.

“You ordered us to do dirty things and beat us up. Buddies, I can’t swallow this anger. What about you?”

Everyone echoed.

The noise echoed in the empty garage, deafening.

As for Cierra, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was completely ignored. It was as if she had been tossed aside by someone.

Blood flowed down her nose and blurred her eyes. She couldn’t see who the person was, but she vaguely thought about someone. She was a little uncertain.

The figure looks like Draven or her brother…

She couldn’t see clearly.

Patrick, who had barged in, was also bleeding.

He had a high fever for two days, and the wounds on his body had just been stitched up in the hospital this morning. When he came in, he fought with the yellow-haired man who was guarding the door, and the wound naturally split open again. But he acted as if he didn’t feel the pain and just looked at the group of people in front of him with contempt.

“A bunch of ants sure know how to make noise.”

Patrick sneered and casually lifted the suit jacket on his shoulder, revealing the hospital gown. It was a little funny, but because of the bloodstains on it, it looked even more terrifying.

He swept his gaze over the shabby-looking Cierra behind this group of people and revealed a playful smile.

“You made my savior like this. Tell me, how should I repay you?”

It didn’t seem like he was sincerely treating Cierra as his savior. He deliberately emphasized the words, and no one could tell if he was happy to see Cierra in her current state, or if he was sad that she was in such a state because of him.

But no matter what, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Patrick had bad intentions.

Even though they didn’t understand what he meant, he was ready to fight.

Gaelen stood at the front. Because he lost a few teeth, his face was a little distorted, and his words were not clear to hear.

“Fuck, you talk so much nonsense to me. I don’t understand. You’re just here for this woman. Buddies! Get your weapons!”

As soon as he ordered, the strange confrontation finally dissipated.

The curses rose along with the howls, adding a legendary story to the originally empty and shabby building.

Probably this group of gangsters, who made a living by fighting, had never thought that they would be beaten by two people in batches in less than two hours.

Although he had the strength to fight back, Patrick also suffered heavy losses.

The one with the most serious injuries was none other than Gaelen Butter. He mumbled. curses in a vague voice, but the next second, he was attacked somewhere and wailed in pain on the ground.

The monstrous anger also began to spread on him. First, he was beaten by a woman, and now he was beaten by her lover. How could all the bad things happen to him in the world?

He was unwilling to give up. While rolling on the ground, he felt a strong hatred in his heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, when Gaelen saw Cierra lying not far away, he suddenly stood up, picked up a broken wooden stick on the ground, and walked toward the unconscious person.

“All of you, stop!”

The roar stopped the fierce fighting for a moment.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gaelen holding onto Cierra with the broken wooden stick in his hand.

The sharp wooden spike was aimed at the woman’s slender neck. If it went any deeper, it would probably pierce her artery.

Patrick’s face darkened slightly.

He was covered in blood. It was unknown whether it was his or someone else’s blood.

Just like that, he stood with his head lowered in the crowd like a bloodthirsty demon.

Seeing his expression, Gaelen was confident that he would win.

He grabbed Cierra and took a step back. His face was full of ferocity as he said fiercely to Patrick, “Throw away the stuff in your hand!”

Patrick narrowed his eyes and smiled contemptuously as if he was looking at a very stupid fool.

“What, a group of people can’t beat me and even used such a dirty trick?”

“Are you going to throw your weapons away or not? If you don’t surrender, I’ll kill your woman!” Gaelen threatened.

The smile on Patrick’s face widened.

He looked down at the stick in his hand, which was almost the same as the one in Gaelen’s hand. It had been broken so badly that could not be called a weapon.

However, it just so happened that this group of people were trembling with fear.

He took a step forward, and the people around him also took a step back.

It seemed that this group of dangerous gangsters was the one to be surrounded.

They could be described as being afraid of death.

Even Gaelen was no exception. “I’m not scaring you. Hurry up and throw away the weapon in your hand!”

Although he threatened Patrick verbally, the wooden spike in his hand poked at Cierra’s neck again.

Fresh blood slowly flowed down from Cierra’s neck, and there were new traces on her already dried-up blood.

Patrick suddenly remembered the scene of him holding this woman hostage in front of the Barton family.

Unlike this group of people, he was just bored and wanted to tease others.

But this group of people regarded her as a life-saving straw.

What a joke.

“Do you think a woman can threaten me?”

Patrick’s voice echoed in the empty garage with a very feminine smile, which made people’s hair stand on end.

The sight of him covered in blood was even more terrifying.

Gaelen regretted provoking such a dangerous man. If he hadn’t touched this woman, this wouldn’t have happened.

No, he regretted coming into contact with Patrick.

In this way, they would never see such a person, and nothing else would happen.

But now that things had come to this point, he had no choice.

“You, if you were not threatened, why would you come for this woman? I advise you to put down the weapon in your hand, and I can return this woman to you!”

“Give her back to me?”

Patrick looked down at the woman Gaelen had held hostage.

A few hours ago, she was still bickering with him, full of energy, but now she was lifeless.

She even dared to show her canine teeth and bite him when he held her hostage.

And now, she was being forced by this bunch of unranked people that even couldn’t even open her eyes.

He had never treated her like this.

Her life was saved by him from the water. It was not their turn to shout here.

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A loud sound resounded as flesh and blood sprayed out.

Then, Gaelen slowly fell to the ground.

The whole field fell silent for a moment, followed by panicked screams.