God Of War Returns as a Daddy

Chapter 51 Get Down On Your Knees! Or Die!

Chapter 51 Get Down on Your Knees! Or Die!

"No, please don't…"

When Gemma saw Sean in danger, she panicked and said quickly, "$100, 000, I'll give you! If you don't hurt my Sean, I'll get your money right now!"

Then she turned and went to the store to get the money.

Gemma had been alone before, facing Betty and the aggressiveness of the group of bullies, and she had gritted her teeth, refused to pay, and tried to argue with them for right and wrong.

Now, when Sean was in danger, she immediately gave in.

Sean didn't stop her.

Because what was going to happen next was going to be bloody, and it was not good for Gemma to see it.

"That's more like it!"

Betty glared after Gemma, her pride rising. She looked back at Sean and said contemptuously, "You are the Young Mr. Mason of the Capital City. I thought you were a tough guy to hide behind. I didn't realize you were just a timid nobody."

"What a loser!"

The more Betty talked, the better she felt. She wanted to spit out all the nasty words she'd accumulated in her head and use them on Sean.

After all, opportunities like today's were rare.

"Are you done?"

Sean's face was cold and his eyes met Betty's, "And I'm gonna give you two choices, either, when my grandma gets out, you're gonna get on your knees until she forgives you."

"Or…"

"Or what are you gonna do to me?"

Before Sean could finish his sentence, Betty snorted, "Are you gonna hit me?"

"Go ahead, hit me."

Betty stood behind one of the bullies, pointed her hand in her face, and said defiantly, "If you do, I'll respect you for being a man. Well, my face is itchy these days, and I'd like to be hit."

"Why don't you hit me and make me feel good?"

The look on Betty's face was really annoying, and not only Sean, but also the surrounding neighbors were a little annoyed. If they weren't afraid of the gang, they would have rushed over and slapped her.

"Aha…"

The bullies roared with laughter, and the leader, who had one foot on the table, repented and said, "Now I've changed my mind. Give us the money and get under my pants, take both!"

"Let you grandma give us money, and you will…"

Bang!

Before the bullies finished their words, Sean, who had been surrounded in the middle and remained motionless, made a bold move.

He punched one of the punks in the stomach.

The bully was so caught off guard that he could not even see Sean's movements, let alone block them. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach and then flew away like a projectile.

Then he landed on rotten fruit two meters away. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He fainted on the spot and did not scream.

"Oh, my god…"

"What's going on?"

"What happened???"

Sean moved so fast that everyone only saw the result, not the process. In the blink of an eye, the bully appeared two meters away, from standing to lying down, from conscious to unconscious.

Even magic couldn't do that!

Purr!

Betty and the rest of the gang were startled, their smiles frozen. The leader of the mob swallowed hard, swallowing back the words he had not finished with the spit.

Then he asked in disbelief, "You did that?"

"You didn't see it?"

Sean asked, and punched out again.

Bang!

The second one flew out, just as unconscious as the first one.

"Do you see it now?"

Then a third, then a fourth, then a fifth…

In less than ten seconds, one by one, the group of bullies around Sean flew out. The breathtaking scene was beyond description.

He kicked them like football and hit them like volleyball. Whoever he hit flied away.

Betty was standing behind one of the bullies, so when he ejected, he landed directly on her, and they both fell to the ground in pairs.

Luckily, Betty was badly knocked out, but not unconscious.

The process was brief.

But the visual impact was huge. Everyone's eyes are wide open and their faces were full of the horror of seeing a ghost in broad daylight. They subconsciously stepped back and back to distance themselves from Sean.

The only person still standing in front of Sean was the punk with one foot on the table.

Snap!

His hand shook and the baseball bat slipped from his hand and hit his foot. After witnessing Sean's stunt, his heart was shaking, his back was sweating, his eyelids were pounding, his scalp was numb

and he didn't have the courage to do anything.

He even drew an irregular map on his trousers with the faint sound of running water from his open crotch.

"You just told me to get under your crotch, right?"

Sean still had anger in his heart and coldness on his face. He took two steps up to the thug and towered over him.

"I, I..."

The punk quickly pulled his right leg back from the table and held it tightly together. There was no trace of his old swagger left.

He cowered like a frightened old dog!

Under the crotch?

Fuck it!

He wanted to merge his legs and make his crotch disappear from the world.

Those who insulted others would be insulted.

When you did something wrong, you always paid for it.

Sean didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy. He grabbed his right wrist and snapped it. There was a loud crack and a scream.

The punk's right hand was broken on the spot and his bones were shattered!

"You said you wanted my grandma to pay for it, right?"

Sean asked again.

"Sir, I was wrong! I'm sorry. I was blind. I'm sorry I offended you. Please, please, please let me go and…"

"Ouch!"

His left hand was broken before he could finish a sentence.

The reason why Sean just punched and kicked the rest of the gang, and left the leader alone, was because he didn't want to waste his time on unimportant underlings.

But the chief must be severely punished!

"Get down on your knees!"

After he had broken his arms, Sean was looking down at him with an unmistakable air as he uttered a cold snort, "Remember what I just said, kneel until my grandma forgives you."

"Or, die!"

Thump!

The punk endured the pain, the veins in his neck bulging, and the sweat on his forehead cascading. He did not hesitate to respond to Sean's orders. When Sean said that, he went down on his knees.

Because he had a very strong feeling that if he didn't do it, Sean might dare to kill him!

Sean ignored him and turned to look at Betty.