Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 1239: Crazy Steer

Harold Jefferson glared at the hooligans, his eyes filled with rage. For Harold, his sister was his Achilles' heel. These men dared to harass her; it was unforgivable. Seeing Harold take action, Chris Shelby remained still. A few hooligans were no match for Harold.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of loud noises followed. In no time, the hooligans were all on the ground, writhing in pain. They were no match for Harold Jefferson.

Harold looked at them and shouted, "Get lost! If you dare harass my sister again, I won't let you off!" Hearing this, the hooligans struggled to their feet and fled in disgrace.

After driving them away, Harold turned to Marie and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Marie shook her head and replied, "I'm fine."

At this moment, Chris Shelby walked over with a smile and asked, "Harold, is this your sister?" Seeing Chris, Harold quickly introduced him, "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Shelby! I owe my visit to the East Coast to Mr. Shelby. He is the benefactor of Jefferson Village. Peter told me to follow Mr. Shelby from now on!"

Chris Shelby extended his hand with a smile and said, "Hello, I'm Chris Shelby!"

"Oh my, you are Mr. Shelby!" Marie quickly shook hands with Chris, her face full of excitement. "Mr. Shelby, my parents often call me and tell me how you helped drive away the bad guys from Jefferson Village and restored our normal life. I never thought I'd finally meet you!"

Chris had helped Jefferson Village several times and had long become its benefactor. Although Marie was studying on the East Coast, her parents always mentioned Chris Shelby whenever they called.

So Marie felt immense gratitude towards Chris Shelby. Chris waved his hand and said, "No need to be so formal. It was just a small matter. You don't have to call me Mr. Shelby; just call me Chris like Harold does."Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Okay, Mr. Shelby!" Marie nodded obediently.

Chris took a closer look at Marie. She was indeed a beautiful woman, almost without makeup and naturally stunning.

After chatting for a while, the three began to eat. During the meal, Chris learned that Marie's life at university was quite tough. Besides studying, she did various part-time jobs and had no time for dating. Chris couldn't help but sigh; there weren't many university girls like Marie nowadays.

After finishing their meal, Chris and Harold escorted Marie back to her school. Just as they were about to return to Cloud Bay, something unexpected happened.

"There they are!" A dozen hooligans blocked their way. Chris noticed that some of them were the same ones Harold had dealt with earlier in the bar.

It seemed those hooligans were not satisfied and had called for reinforcements for revenge.

Thinking of this, a cold smile appeared on Chris's face. As the king of the East Coast, someone dared to cause trouble for him? They must have a death wish!

A scar-faced man stepped forward and glared at Chris and Harold menacingly. "Was it you two who beat up my brothers?"

Chris nodded calmly. "Yes, it was us. What do you want?"

"Hmph!" The scar-faced man snorted coldly. "Do you know that this area around East Coast University is my territory? You dared to beat up my men on my turf; you're not giving me any respect!" "Now you have two choices: kneel down and apologize to my brothers or we'll break your legs. Which will it be?"

Chris sneered and said, "I choose the third option!"

"The third option?" The scar-faced man was stunned.

Realizing he

was being mocked, he

cursed angrily, "Damn you! I only gave you two choices; where's this third option coming from? Looks like you're asking for death!"

"Fine! Since you're looking for trouble, don't blame me for being rude! Brothers, get them! Let's show them what we're made of!"

"Charge!" The hooligans rushed at Chris and Harold with iron rods in hand.

"A bunch of trash dares to bully us? You're asking for it!" Harold roared and charged forward.

Chris stood still; he couldn't be bothered to fight. Dealing with a few hooligans was something Harold could handle alone.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Within a minute, all the hooligans were lying on the ground.

"You..." Seeing Harold's ferocity left the scar-faced man stunned.

Harold glared at him and said, "How dare you disrespect Mr. Shelby? Now it's your turn!"

He then walked towards the scar-faced man step by step.

The man's face filled with terror as he screamed, "Don't come any closer..."

Slap! Before he could finish speaking, Harold slapped him hard across the face.

The slap sent him flying to the ground.

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"You dare hit me? You're dead! If you've got guts, don't run away; I' call for backup right now!" The scar-faced man took out his phone

to call for reinforcements.

Seeing this scene made Chris's face fill with disdain.

Guys like him only bullied the weak but feared the strong. When faced with someone stronger than themselves, they could only call for help.

"Boss, come quickly; I've been beaten up!" The phone connected quickly as he yelled into it.

"Damn it! Someone dared touch my men? Wait there; I'll bring people over right now!" The voice on the other end roared before hanging up abruptly.

The scar-faced man glared viciously

at Chris and Harold. "You two are

dead meat when my boss arrives! My boss is a member of Crazy Steer; you've messed with us now!"

"Crazy Steer?" Hearing this made Chris frown immediately.

He hadn't expected that after sweeping through the entire East Coast's underworld previously another group called Crazy Steer would emerge now.

Chris was curious about what kind of people these Crazy Steer members were.