Chapter 885: Chapter 859: The Tattoo Years of the Adolescent Boy Chapter 885: Chapter 859: The Tattoo Years of the Adolescent Boy Kiara’s voice ca from above.
“Stop dawdling and deal with them already, I’m still hungry,” she said.
Looking up in the direction of her voice, I saw Kiara sitting on the roof of a building yet to be demolished, enjoying the spectacle.
She really knew how to pick a spot, one with a great view where she could appreciate Mario Yuno’s prowess playing with those goons, without getting herself involved in the fray.
“ssage received! The daughter-in-law says she’s hungry, so I won’t play with you guys any longer,” Mario Yuno blew Kiara a kiss.
The dignity of these thugs had been trampled to such an extent, it was a blow to their pride!
“Charge! Beat him up,” the boss gasped, and then several n charged at once.
It was a pipe dream for them to think they could beat Mario Yuno even if they weren’t this exhausted.
In less than three minutes, Mario Yuno had ended the fight, stepping on the waist of the thug boss, with the other two unable to get up.
They lay there, groaning on the ground. Nothing’s easy these days, even being a petty hoodlum cos with such risks!
Kiara climbed down from the roof and walked over, looking at the disheveled state of the three n, snorting through her nose.
“Trash. Having hands and feet and not doing sothing decent, instead engaging in such disreputable deeds!” she said.
“Sis, we were wrong! We were driven by the need to survive, please let us go,” the thug pinned by Mario Yuno begged pitifully.
Kiara had no sympathy for them and turned her head with a cold face towards Mario Yuno.
“I’m going to investigate this to the very end,” she declared.
No matter what kind of Backstage Danu Zach had, it was essential to crack down on these people decisively.
“…Sigh,” Mario Yuno shook his head.
Now he would have to deal with a Written record and all that hassle.
Are they even letting people eat anymore?
Mario Yuno’s eyes glead, a whole bellyful of mischievous thoughts bubbling to the surface, a sche forming in his mind.
The three thugs, seeing Mario Yuno’s sly smile, suddenly felt a chill down their spines.
What’s he going to do?
“Daughter-in-law, turn away, please! The scene that follows is not for Beautiful Ladies like you,” Mario Yuno told Kiara.
Minutes later, a refreshed Mario Yuno humd a little tune as he drove his Beautiful Lady towards a dining spot.
In that chaotic Urban Village being demolished, three n stripped down to their Underpants were tied back-to-back in a triangular pose, bound tightly with a rope, the other end of which was secured to a tree.
Their mouths were stuffed with socks pulled from their own feet, and their bodies bore writings made with a marker pen.
Little Sister, want to play?
They frantically made muffled cries for help, while the hot weather caused the dirty socks in their mouths to produce a mildewy sensation, turning their stomachs.
Half an hour later, a migrant worker’s wife, heavyset at over 140 pounds, strolled by with a lunch box, looking in their direction.
But upon seeing the three Sleazy n, the plump woman scread.
“Ah! Soone help! There’s trouble here!”
Muffled whimpers: We’re just thugs, not troublemakers!
All their explanations were sealed within the slly socks, and several burly migrant workers ca over upon hearing the shout, the most muscular among them widened his eyes.
“Did they wanna pick on her because they thought my daughter-in-law was pretty?”
Hey! Your daughter-in-law is already surpassing 140, and you’re bullying a basket! He’s a thug with taste! Sadly, the thug with taste had his mouth sealed so tightly that he couldn’t hear a thing.
What welcod them was only the iron fists of the manual worker eager to protect his wife. Amidst the punching and kicking, these people revealed two thoughts that conford to core values.
First, protecting one’s spouse knows no career boundaries.
Second, migrant workers are a very united group; when one faces trouble, all lend a foot.
In the car, Camden asked Sophia.
“Just like that?”
“Danu Zach will be punished for hiring soone to beat others up, and the person behind him will surely not let him off for bungling it. Danu Zach is unlikely to betray Mysterious Man, so there’s no use in us going. I will handle the person behind the scenes later,” said Sophia.
Kiara holds grudges and never believes in forgiving.
With her phone in hand, she sent a text to that unknown number from that day using Professor Liu Taylor’s number, with just one line in the ssage.
Use my na, and have her treat your daughter’s kleptomania.
Camden chuckled. That was his daughter-in-law, with a personality to match; she rembered everything anyone ever did to her, clear in reward and punishnt.
“Elder Brother, it’s —what, Danu Zach went overseas?” Camden answered a call from elder Brother.
Kiara glanced sideways, her mouth curling up. It was just as she had expected.
Those three thugs would definitely confess after being caught that it was Danu Zach who put them up to it. He ran away pretty fast.
“Run then; you might escape the monk, but can you escape the temple? Isn’t his business still here? I don’t need to tell you what to do; handle it as you see fit. Legitimate competition in the market is allowed… Mm, the mont Danu Zach cos back to the country, hold him down for , I don’t believe we can’t get the mastermind out of him.”
Kiara listened quietly as he strategized, managing to take down a re underling like Danu Zach, but clearly, the person behind the scenes was still at large.
The mont Camden got serious, he was especially handso, but as soon as he hung up, he imdiately reverted to his original form.
“We workers have power, hey, we workers have power!”
“What are you singing? It’s completely out of place.” Kiara rcilessly teased.
“Then you sing one for your brother!”
Kiara must have been pleased by his just-now handso urgency, to sing or not to sing, who’s afraid?!
“Let find sothing with a bit of rhythm,” Kiara flipped through the disks in the car, picked an overseas EDM track, and followed the rhythm of the beat, chanting for him straight up.
“With the fury of the blade, I slash through snowy wings, soar over mountains with pride, fire blazes and rekindles, the sea churns with towering waves. Through a mountain of blades and a sea of fire, I fight for you, arrows fly in unison as I stand alone, fresh blood flows with the wind once again~”
Mrs. Kiara didn’t chant easily, but when she did, it could stun people. Mario Yuno, embodying the domineering president persona, humd this song which seed most fitting, completely a tattooed teenage rebellion!
He was so startled by her that he nearly crashed into a safety island with the steering wheel.
Kiara stopped and looked at him annoyed.
“Can you drive properly?”
Camden swallowed hard, “Wife, you… you didn’t sneak off to work at Hall D, did you?”
The effect was stunning indeed.
Kiara scoffed, that thing at Hall D? In her eyes, it’s all outdated.
“Wife, keep going, don’t stop!”
He hadn’t had enough yet.
Kiara glanced at him sidelong, so Mario Yuno, you have today too?
This shaless guy, even he has monts to shout “don’t stop”?
This rascal loved to slam on the brakes, maliciously making her say that phrase, and without a few sweet words, this shaless man would go on strike. Now, Mrs. Kiara watched his face and felt an indescribable delight in her heart.
Just for that delight, Mrs. Kiara held back the entire way, only singing the start and never the end, whatever!
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