Chapter 1391


    Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1391


    It was a little whileter when Gerald—who had been riding in the car that Wesson had sent over—


    suddenly felt the car stop. Watching as the driver lit a cigarette and nced at his rear-view mirror—


    disying a cold grin to Gerald in the process—Gerald then asked, “We’re halfway there at best, aren’t


    we? Why did you stop the car?”


    “Oh, I’m well aware. I’m just a bit tired so I need to rest for a bit!” replied the driver, contempt written all


    over his face.


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    “Tired? Please, you haven’t been driving for that long. Look, you can do whatever you please once I’ve


    reached my destination, but until then, you’d best drive properly!” said Gerald as he shook his head.


    Quite honestly, Gerald was unwilling to just kill people if he didn’t need to. After all, all lives were


    valuable. If that hadn’t been his view on life, then he would’ve spent less time speaking nonsense with


    such people and just killed them the chance he could.


    “Hah! Do you really think you’re some kind of big shot?” sneered the driver as he turned to look at the


    rear-view mirror again.


    This time, however, six ghastly figures could be seen slowly approaching the car.


    Noticing the presence of the demon-like people, Gerald then smiled wryly as he shook his head before


    saying, “So that’s why you’re being so cocky… Did Wesson arrange for you to stop halfway and have


    me killed?”


    “Indeed! Mr. Xanthos nned for all this to happen! While you’re pretty unlucky, I can’t disobey my


    orders so you’d better get out and get killed already!” sneered the driver as he hopped out of the car


    before standing a distance away, his arms crossed as he got ready to enjoy Gerald’s misfortune.


    Seeing that, Tr—who had been sitting quietly next to Gerald this entire time—anxiously said, “W-


    what should we do, Mr. Crawford…? Those people look like demons…!”


    “What’s there to be afraid of? Even if they truly are demons, I’ll just be a demon yer then!” replied


    Gerald as he smiled before stepping out of the car.


    Looking at the six people, Gerald’s smile remained as he asked, “Ladies and gentlemen, could it be


    that Wesson sent you over to kill me? Do you intend to deal with my friend here too once you’re done


    with me?”


    “You’re correct. It seems that I didn’t have a wrong impression of you! s, while it’s a pity to just kill off


    such a smart young man as yourself, we don’t have a say in this!” said an old man—who appeared to


    be the leader of the six—as he shook his head.


    “With how handsome he is, I have to agree! I wonder if I should pleasure myself with him first before


    we kill him…” said one of the women in the group as she stuck her tongue out rather lustfully.


    “Don’t be naughty, sister. Let’s just hurry up and aplish our task. Once he’s dead, we’ll head to


    where the miracle is to ughter the rest of the people there!” replied the old man from before as he


    turned to look at the woman in resignation.


    At that moment, Gerald curiously asked, “Quite honestly, there’s been something bugging me for a


    while now. I wonder if you’d be kind enough to resolve my doubts…”


    “Oh? Well, since you’re about to die anyway, we’ll give you two minutes to ask any final questions!”


    replied the old man.


    “Well, the thing is, I find it odd that I keep bumping into enemies—like you—who are so certain that


    you’ll actually be able to kill me. You all just seem so proud of your ns and intelligence… Is there a


    reason for that?” asked Gerald in a way that suggested that he was asking them for advice.


    “If that’s the question, even I can answer that for you. All of them are rightfully confident since not only


    are they the six most powerful people in the world, but they’re also operating under Mr. Xanthos and his


    son, both infamously known for how great they are at strategizing! With the location and even time of


    your death set in stone, why wouldn’t they be proud about it?” scoffed the driver while smiling smugly.


    “I see… Mr. Xanthos does seem to be the kind of person who enjoys getting rid of people once they’re


    useless to him… With that in mind, I’m sure he already has a backup n should seven of his people


    end up failing to kill my friend here…”


    “…You… What did you just say?” said the driver, his smugness instantly disappearing.


    It was also obvious that the six others didn’t take kindly to having their intelligence humiliated. With


    that, the old man then casually said, “That’s quite enough. Your time is up! Enjoy your life in hell!”


    Following that, the old man then waved his hand, intent on creating a de of air that would fly toward


    Gerald and destroy all his internal organs!


    However, though the old man’s palm was outstretched, he quickly realized—to his surprise—that no


    de of air was formed! In fact, it seemed like his inner strength had just disappeared all of a sudden!


    His eyes now wide open in disbelief, the old man then muttered, “…How… How is this even


    possible…?”


    Noticing that their leader seemed to be having trouble, the other five instantly made their own moves,


    only to end up in a simr situation as the old man. None of them were even capable of inflicting any


    harm on Gerald…


    “…You… Who exactly are you…?”