The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 486
A servant shouted with all his might.
"God!!"
A man is cursed.
The next thing everyone knew, the door of the room was kicked wide open.
A group of seven or eight muscular men with buzz pieces and golden necklaces around their necks rushed into the room.
Each of them had a dragon-like tattoo carved on their bodies.
They definitely give an intimidating vibe.
Dressed in short-sleeved shirts, they slowly looked around, staring deadly at the people inside the room at this moment.
The gang leader was wearing a T-shirt and sling bag.
He took a long sip before he snarled in a hoarse voice, “Who ordered this room? I want you to move to another room now!”
“Why should we do that? Who do you think you are?”
Cindy asked angrily while standing up. He is not afraid of them at all.
"Who am I? Huh, girl. I'm Warrick Yackel. If you don't know who I am, go out for a walk and ask anyone about me!”
Warrick chuckled while throwing cigarette butts on the ground and stepping on them.
Francesca raised her eyebrows when she heard this.
This proves that he had heard the name Warrick before.
"Trs. Yackel, we're not done eating. So, how could we possibly move to another room then? ”
Francesca asked politely, a faint smile on her face.
"Hows it? That easy. Each one of you just took your own fucking plate in your hand and moved it somewhere else!
Warrick retorted and giggled.
The atmosphere became tense and awkward. Even Francesca did not know what to say anymore.
If they took their plates to eat, Waylon would definitely lose face.
Francesca could only helplessly hold back her upset daughter as she tried to persuade Cindy to sit down.
Waylon and Milo calmly observed the situation happily.
But something felt wrong, and Waylon whispered anxiously, “What happened? Gerald was one of those who hosted lunch today as well. So, why didn't he do anything? If we go according to plan, as soon as Gerald speaks up, they'll start beating him! This is so annoying!”
At the same time, Gerald thought to himself:
Gerald decided to stay seated and continued to observe further.
"okay! Looks like none of you will speak up, right? Then, don't blame me for being disrespectful!”
Warrick cracked his knuckles and loosened his neck.
The explosion!
Suddenly, Jacky slams his hand against the table.
“Let's see how brave you are! Do you not respect the law? Xella, call the police now!”
Jacky was furious as he stared coldly at the group of men, one hand in his pocket.
Xella felt her cheeks flushed red as she felt Jacky's charm radiating from her.
He looked expectantly at Jacky, his eyes filled with admiration.
Inevitably Milo felt more worried about Waylon.
Milo looked at Waylon, as if to say: “See! Jacky stole all the limelight from you!”
Waylon only smiled wryly as he thought to himself: 'He wants to steal the limelight from me? Heh. All right, I'm gonna let Jacky and Gerald steal the show from me first. My plan will not work if no one tries to steal the limelight from me!'
Jacky also feels achievement, like a hero. He turned around and looked at Xella, as if telling her not to worry, and that she had everything under control.
Xella just nodded and quickly pulled out her phone to call the police.
“F *ck! So you really didn't give me a face at all. Brother... hit him!”
As soon as Warrick boomed, he picked up the bench from the side and threw it straight at Jacky.
When a fight breaks out, one of the gang members snatches Xella's phone and damages it.
Xella's face immediately wrinkled in fear as she crouched in self-defense behind Waylon.
Jacky was pinned to the ground as the men beat him hard.
"Stop! Stop hitting! Stop hitting! What should I do now?!"
Francesca shouted in a frenzy and looked like she was about to cry.
Waylon saw that Cindy and Xella were completely helpless and almost reached her limit. But Gerald still remained calm and did not take any action. Waylon cursed softly and vowed to have someone else beat him next time.
Suddenly, the sound of someone slamming their hands on the table pierced through the air.
Waylon slipped his hand into his pocket, narrowing his frustrated eyes. He tilted his head as he slowly muttered in disdain.
“I want you guys to stop now!!!”