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

It was a little while later 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 glanced at his rear-view mirror—displaying 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.

“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 planned 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, Tilar—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 slayer 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! Alas, 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 accomplish our task. Once he’s dead, we’ll head to where the

miracle is to slaughter 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 plans 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 plan 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 blade 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 blade 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 similar situation as the old man. None of them were even capable of inflicting any harm on Gerald…

“…You… Who exactly are you…?”