Chapter 37


    Chapter 37 How Can This Happen


    Derek was extremely arrogant then.


    After all, no matter how skilled one was in martial arts, bare fists could never beat cold steel.


    Guns rule the world now. So what if you can fight?


    If I pull the trigger, you’ll still go to hell even if you’re the best fighter in the world.


    “Even if you’re one of the Jeffersons, you still have to lick the puddle of piss for me!” As Derek bellowed


    withughter, the arrogance in his eyes was tantly obvious.


    Other than the blunder at Lumenopolis, he had never been defeated by others.


    So what if you’re one of the Jeffersons? You’ll still have to kneel to me!


    “If you have the guts,e at me!”


    At that moment, Flynn whirled around and red at Derek fixedly.


    Derek’s face contorted with malice as he yelled, “Do you think that I don’t dare to kill you?”


    At that, he ced his finger on the trigger, preparing to shoot.


    Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he saw a sh of a de. In the next moment, His right hand,


    which was gripping the gun, was severed, dropping onto the ground alongside the gun.


    “Argh!”


    Howling in misery, he clutched his wrist in utter agony as blood spurted out madly.


    When he stared at Alex, terror finally appeared in his eyes.


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    How can this happen?


    How can he move so quickly?


    The speed of Alex’s attack was beyond his imagination!


    “You… You!”


    Without any hesitation, Derek fell onto his knees in front of Alex and pleaded, “Mr. Jefferson, I know I’m


    in the wrong. Please give me another chance!”


    Gazing at Derek coldly, Alex did not say anything.


    From the beginning to the end, Derek was nothing but a clown to him.


    “Mr. Jefferson…”


    Derek was about to continue begging, but Alex turned around and looked at Flynn. “I’ll wait for you


    outside.”


    After speaking, he whirled around and left.


    Flynn squat down and picked up the gun that was still attached to Derek’s severed hand. He then pried


    the fingers away from the gun slowly.


    The moment Alex got out of the basement, he heard a series of gunshots.


    Without turning back to look, he walked straight to the entertainment hall upstairs.


    There were still a few gangsters lying on the ground of the entertainment hall whining in pain. Some


    were already getting up slowly.


    When the prettydy saw that Alex was back, her gaze became fearful.


    In her mind, Alex was no different than a demon. Despite fighting more than a hundred of Derek’s men


    alone, he defeated all of them within minutes.


    When Alex was fighting Bob that day, she thought that the reason why Bob did not dare to attack Alex


    was that he respects Derek.


    She only realized today how wrong she was.


    Outrageously wrong.


    “You… What are you trying to do?” Trembling, the prettydy staggered backward quickly.


    The gangsters who had managed to stand up had a look of terror in their eyes, while those that were


    about to stand upy back down on the ground when they saw Alexing, pretending to be dead.


    Alex pulled a chair over and sat down.


    Fishing out a cigarette and lighting it up, he leaned against the chair and started puffing on it.


    Throughout, he did not spare the prettydy and the rest a nce.


    After finishing a cigarette, he was about to light a second cigarette when a miserable howl sounded


    from the basement.


    “Juliet! No!”


    When everyone heard the howl, their hearts skipped a beat.


    Ten minutester, Flynn walked out with a woman in his arms.


    Like him, the woman was covered in blood.


    The only difference was that her face waspletely pale and she was no longer breathing.