Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1375: Chapter 96: Beginning Today_2

This was the fiercest and most incomprehensible battle they had ever witnessed. This battle would become a boasting topic they would share with friends and family for a long time to come.

People sneered at the middle-aged man standing there. The arrogant faces of this guy and his bodyguards seemed still fresh in memory, but now, they were like a bunch of easy prey. They brought this upon themselves. When they bullied others with their power and became accustomed to it, they probably never thought today would come.

In the center of the crowd, the middle-aged man wiped the spittle off his face, his aloof and indifferent expression completely vanished. His face was ashen. The gaze in his slender eyes flickered with both fear and malice as he stared at Fatty, who had his head close in front of him.

The middle-aged man straightforwardly admitted that this time, he had misjudged.

He did not look at the six bodyguards lying on the ground. Instead, he glanced sideways towards the specialty store.

Through the cracks behind the shattered window, he saw a pair of bright, captivating eyes, carrying a hint of indifference and coldness, looking at Fatty before him.

Seeing those eyes suddenly calmed the middle-aged man’s shock and fear.

Those were the lady’s eyes.

The Fatty in front might not yet realize that when the lady’s eyes, always brimming with smiles and cheer, turned ice-cold, those under her gaze should prepare for their end.

Even though the middle-aged man himself had followed the lady for over a decade, never leaving her side, there were times when he felt instinctive fear under the gaze of those eyes.

She was the pearl of Feiyang’s upper-class society and the dream woman of every young officer in Feiyang. She was a gorgeous poppy and also a sweet poison. More importantly, she was Admiral Leefer’s most beloved sister, a factual controller of funds, technology, and all the underground powers within the Leefer Group!

She had a melodious name, Barbara.

During the years when Leefer was suppressed, this name was not respected much in Feiyang’s upper-class society. But since her suave and influential husband drowned mysteriously in a restroom sink during a banquet after wronging her ten years ago, the upper echelons of Feiyang no longer dared to gossipy use her name as the headline of scandals.

No one could confirm whether that man died by his wife’s hand.

However, everyone remembered that day, with Barbara in a silk qipao flowing like water, her hair elegantly pinned up, enchanting eyes with teasing smiles, and her tall and supple figure fluttering like a butterfly amidst a banquet full of dignitaries, holding a wine glass and engaging in lively conversations with everyone.

Staring at the pair of slightly tilted, charming eyes from the store, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stood motionless, letting various types of gazes from the surrounding crowd fixate on him like lasers.

Though he was angry and humiliated, he knew his thin body was nothing compared to Fatty, who could easily take down six bodyguards. He also knew that, for now, all he had to do was stand here quietly.

Very soon, Fatty would realize that his extraordinary skills brought him brief pleasure but would also usher in a nightmare. For now, let him revel in his arrogance.

”Not angry?” Fatty rubbed his neck, lightly patting the middle-aged man’s face. ”Then can I leave?” Fatty’s hand was heavy, causing the middle-aged man’s head to tilt with humiliation, his cheeks reddening in shame.

”Tell your friends,” Fatty thoughtfully glanced at Fanani’s specialty store, earnestly teaching, ”Having money and power is no big deal. There will always be people you can’t afford to provoke. Look at me, how low-key am I?!”

”You can’t leave.” The middle-aged man’s gaze finally met Fatty’s eyes. His slender eyes flickered with a venomous hatred. He saw dozens of large men in black suits appearing outside the crowd, rushing in from all directions, pushing the crowd aside, creating a commotion.

”Really?” Fatty looked at the middle-aged man with a smile, his eyes suddenly shifting, meeting the gaze from within the specialty store.

The gaze inside the specialty store vanished, and shortly after, accompanied by several trembling employees and two expressionless yet identical beautiful twin girls, a thirty-something graceful woman gracefully walked out of Fanani’s door, stepping over shattered glass.

Seeing this woman, Helen’s pupils suddenly contracted. As Fatty’s special secretary, she quickly whispered something in Fatty’s ear.

”Edward, let’s go.”

As dozens of men in black squeezed into the crowd, surrounded Fatty, Helen, and Meiduo, Barbara calmly spoke to the middle-aged man.

As she spoke, her seductively charming eyes, slightly tilted, gently rotated. Her gaze swept across Fatty without a pause, as if seeing nothing but air.

From the moment she walked out the door to the moment she spoke, she was so tranquil. As if everything just happening at the entrance did not exist for her.

This was not the arrogance of feigning oblivion; this was the indifferent disregard naturally emanated by someone standing atop the pyramid towards ants-like ordinary people.