Chapter 1880


    Gerald Crawford: The Secretly or invisible Rich Man Chapter 1880


    Tonight, some people were simply fated to mysteriously disappear off the face of the…


    Soon enough, Gerald found himself hovering over the Hoklux Gang’s headquarters…


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    As previously seen, the Hoklux Gang was a bunch of hooligans, and the head of the group was a


    vicious man known simply as Roger. From the rumors Gerald had managed to gather, he was


    frequently summoned to the Great Council for ‘coffee talks’.


    Upon phasing through the headquarters’ ceiling, Gerald was immediately greeted by the sight of the


    scarred man kneeling before a seated person—whom Gerald assumed to be Roger—while saying, “I


    apologize, master…! We truly are useless for being defeated by others…!”


    “That you all are! Rubbish! To think that all of you weren’t a match for a single man! You’ve truly


    embarrassed the Hoklux Gang this time!” retorted Roger as he red at the scarred man.


    Hearing that, the scarred man and his subordinates simply lowered their heads, not having the guts to


    even look up.


    “Y-you don’t understand, master…! That person was so powerful we didn’t even have a chance to fight


    back…!” replied the scarred man.


    “Excuses! Just admit that you’re weak already! What are you even here for if you’re that pathetic!”


    scoffed Roger with a snort, clearly unwilling to believe his subordinate. Of course, had Roger been at


    the scene while Gerald did the deed, he would’ve thought much differently.


    “Regardless, our gang has lost face today because of this! We can only regain our pride by dealing


    with that person! To think he has the nerve to go against us… He must crave death! Go look for him


    immediately!” ordered Roger in a furious voice.


    “R-right away, master…!” replied the scarred man in a respectful tone.


    “There’s no need for that! I’m right here!” yelled an unfamiliar voice at that moment, causing Roger and


    his men to instantly feel astonished.


    After realizing that they couldn’t even detect the source of the voice, Roger stood up before roaring,


    “Who the hell are you? Show yourself!”


    However, the only response Roger got was a tight p across his face! The p itself was so hard that


    Roger found himselfnding a good distance from where he had initially been standing!


    Upon seeing that, everyone was rightfully dumbfounded. There was nobody even remotely close


    enough to Roger to cause him to be flung like that…!


    As the horrified scarred man took a step back—unsure of what was even happening anymore—, a


    sudden gust of wind blew past him… and secondster, he was prompted to hold onto his now


    bleeding neck as his eyes bulged from his skull!


    Not even knowing how that gash had suddenly appeared on his neck, the scarred man soon flopped to


    the ground, dead…


    Roger himself had just gotten to his feet again at that point, only to end up getting stunned again when


    he saw his dead subordinate.


    Before he could even react, his eyes widened as blood suddenly began gushing out of his own neck!


    And just like that, the dying Roger dropped to his knees before sshing into his own puddle of


    blood…


    Seeing how unusual their leaders’ deaths were, the subordinates instantly began screaming as they


    attempted to escape the scene…


    Gerald himself—who was still invisible—simply red at the two fresh corpses without the slightest


    remorse…