However, Parker still held onto Bai Qingqingâs hand tightly, not letting go. He bent over to her ear and said in a soft but indisputable tone, âToday, Iâll play the role of your mate. No, I mean, hus... hus... oh, itâs husband.â
Bai Qingqing let out a stifled laugh and said softly, âItâs boyfriend. Husband is for when oneâs married.â
To Parker, a boyfriend was the same as a suitor. They only had the right to woo someone. He immediately felt displeased. âI should be considered your husband.â
âAlright, alright, alright. Itâs not as if one canât address themselves as such before marriage. Itâs fine as long as youâre happy.â Bai Qingqingâs heart ached that Parker had been through hardship outside and was exceptionally indulging toward him.
The gloominess in Parkerâs heart instantly dissipated. He looked at his mateâs smiling face and broke out into a smile, too.
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In this one week, Winstonâs work had gradually entered the right track as well. After having openly suppressed Brother Leopard a few times, his reputation in the underworld grew tremendously, leading to many people joining him.
In a mere one week, their number had reached a point in which Brother Leopard couldnât deal with them easily.
The people at the edges of the circle had also heard about Brother Tiger, the dark horse. Almost everyone who was in debt to loan sharks came to look for him, each of them carrying a six-figure debt or higher.
With so many people, it was impossible for Winston to take care of all of them. Some of them still had their hands chopped off or were tortured very badly.
In a rundown empty warehouse, the lights were dim, giving off a suppressive atmosphere.
Winston was seated on the seat of honor with a dark expression as he looked at the dying person laying on the ground, covered in blood.
He stood up and walked over to the person, asking, âHow much is his debt?â
âBrother Tiger, itâs only over 600,000 yuan. His deadline was supposed to be tomorrow, but that damn leopard is clearly trying to beat us down and thus made a move earlier,â Lanky said angrily.
The corners of Winstonâs lips tugged coldly, and he gave off a cold aura that made everyone present shudder. They silently mourned for Brother Leopard.
Someone was going to get it bad.
âReduce his fees and send him to the hospital,â Winston instructed, then headed out in large strides. âIâll go meet that Brother Leopard.â
In an expensive villa, the man whom everyone addresses as âBrother Leopardâ was taking a bath in a luxurious bathtub, humming an old song.
âBrother Leopard seems to be in a good mood. Is there some good news?â The woman massaging Brother Leopardâs shoulders asked in a sweet voice.
Brother Leopard smiled and glanced at her, stroking her body and saying in a pleased voice, âI chopped off someoneâs hand yesterday and thus am in a very good mood!â
The woman smiled coyly.
âHaving chopped his customerâs hand, I managed to destroy his reputation. I shall see who still dares to go get help from that Brother Tiger.â As Brother Leopard said this, he closed his eyes, wearing a leisurely expression.
The woman laughed for a while in reply and then suddenly stopped. Brother Leopard then felt her hands on his body were also removed.
Not sensing the ladyâs return even after waiting for a while, Brother Leopard bellowed out impatiently, âWhere did you go?â
When he opened his eyes, he unexpectedly saw a scary manâs face.
Silver hair and eyes, and a big scar running horizontally across his face. Wasnât this Brother Tiger?
Shocked, Brother Leopard struggled to get up, making a few splashes in the bathtub. His hand reached for the gun by side.
Winston stepped one foot on his body, pressing him down into the water. Brother Leopard also reached his gun and raised it, wanting to pull the trigger.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Winston quickly grabbed the gun, and at the instant Brother Leopardâs index finger pulled the trigger, he flattened the barrel.
âBang!â A loud sound rang out. When the bullet passed through the bore of the gun, it exploded due to the pressure being too high.
Brother Leopard immediately let out an agonizing cry like a slaughtered pig. He drew his hand back, his palm covered in blood.
On the other hand, even though Winston had suffered from the explosion directly, his palm was unscathed. Only a few wisps of smoke could be seen above his calloused hand.