Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris

Chapter 1200: Teaching A Gangster A Lesson

Chapter 1200: Teaching a Gangster a Lesson

He threw a punch and it went out with a bang!

Bang!

A gangster was immediately sent flying by him!

Following that,

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One after another, there were loud sounds, and in less than a moment, more than a dozen gangsters were knocked down by Harold Jefferson, lying on the ground, groaning incessantly.

Harold Jefferson didn't hold back. He completely broke their bones.

At this moment, they were completely powerless and couldn't even stand up.

"This..."

Seeing that more than a dozen of his men were knocked down, Vanderbilt Banks was dumbfounded.

These people were all his henchmen and were basically tough characters.

Following him, they had fought countless times, each time defeating the opponent easily.

But this time...

He didn't expect Harold Jefferson to be so fierce and immediately swallowed his saliva.

Vanderbilt Banks looked at the rat next to him with annoyance and said, "Get in there!"

"Mr. Banks, I..."

Seeing how fierce Harold Jefferson was, the rat didn't dare to step forward.

After all, the dozen or so who rushed up before were all knocked down.

They were all lying on the ground, groaning, with their bones broken. It would probably take a long time in the hospital for them to recover.

If he went up there with his little arms and legs, wouldn't that be seeking death?

"What, are you too scared to go?"

Vanderbilt Banks angrily said, "If it weren't for you coming to mess me up, would I have offended these tough guys? Quit the nonsense and get in there now, or I'll mess you up right now!"

In Vanderbilt Banks's heart, he wished he could strangle the rat.

He thought he had encountered a few fat lambs, but unexpectedly, he had met a few old tigers.

Now, being faced with just Harold Jefferson, he was completely overwhelmed. It was easy to imagine how terrifying Chris Shelby and his gang were.

If he had known, he wouldn't have come.

Unfortunately, there was no regret medicine in this world.

In this situation, he had no way out.

If he didn't beat down Chris Shelby and the others today, how would he continue to survive in Sandford in the future?

He would probably soon become a joke throughout Sandford!

So no matter what, he had to teach a harsh lesson to Harold Jefferson and the others.

Hearing this,

"Ah!"

A loud shout, the rat gripped the cleaver and chopped down towards Harold Jefferson.

Bang!

Harold Jefferson's face showed a hint of contempt as he kicked the rat away directly.

The rat crashed heavily to the ground, then fell unconscious.

After knocking out the rat,

Harold Jefferson looked at Vanderbilt Banks with a cold gaze and said, "Now it's your turn!"

Seeing Harold Jefferson's cold gaze, Vanderbilt Banks suddenly felt chills down his spine, as if falling into an ice cellar, and begged, "Brother, it's a misunderstanding! I didn't mean it. I was ignorant. Please spare me this time!"

"Spare you?"

Harold Jefferson sneered, "For the likes of you bullies, today I will enact justice for the heavens."

Since childhood, Peter Jefferson had taught Harold Jefferson to eradicate evil and promote good.

Dealing with bullies like Vanderbilt Banks could not be handled with a soft heart.

After speaking, Harold Jefferson rushed over.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

Only screams continued to ring out.

After about a minute, Vanderbilt Banks was lying on the ground, covered in wounds, barely alive.

All his bones were shattered. Even if he survived, he would probably be a cripple.

It would be impossible for him to continue doing evil in the future!

Harold Jefferson spat at Vanderbilt Banks and said disdainfully, "I will spare your life this time. If you dare to do evil again, I won't spare you!"

After teaching Vanderbilt Banks a lesson, Chris Shelby and the others drove to Jefferson Village.

For Chris Shelby, Vanderbilt Banks was just a minor incident.

After all, low-level tyrants like Vanderbilt Banks usually just bully the common people.

If they encountered a real tough person, they would back off immediately.

This time, Harold Jefferson had disabled Vanderbilt Banks, so no one in Sandford would dare to do evil again.

Speaking of which, the real troublemakers in Amerosia were not Daniel Williams.

After all, Daniel Williams was the prince of Amerosia. Even if he did evil, he wouldn't target the common people.

The real troublemakers were the local tyrants like Vanderbilt Banks.

They relied on their bit of power to cause trouble in the countryside and act domineeringly.

Countless ordinary people were suffering because of these local tyrants.

When he had the time, Chris Shelby would definitely deal with it properly.

After all, he was the Primus of Amerosia and had the obligation to let the people of Amerosia live a happy life.

The road to Jefferson Village was not easy to traverse, just a dirt road.

Chris Shelby had been here twice before and was well aware of this.

On the way, there were potholes everywhere.

After all, Jefferson Village was just a small village, and there weren't many vehicles coming in and out, so a dirt road was sufficient.

Harold Jefferson felt embarrassed and said, "Mr. Shelby, I'm sorry. This road has been neglected for a long time. The old village head has been wanting to repair it, but there hasn't been enough money. After all, the villagers of Jefferson Village are just ordinary farmers and don't have much money."

Chris Shelby nodded and said, "It's okay! When I go back, I'll have the Chester Group construct a road for Jefferson Village."

Currently, most of the profits of the Chester Group were used for charitable activities but were mostly focused on the infrastructure of the East Coast city.

For remote villages like Jefferson Village, there hadn't been any investment yet.

But since Chris Shelby was from Jefferson Village, he naturally wouldn't let the road in Jefferson Village remain in such disrepair.

Harold Jefferson was very grateful and said, "Thank you, Mr. Shelby! Previously, Mr. Shelby spent money to build a primary school for our village, and now spending money to repair our road, we don't know how to express our gratitude!"

Chris Shelby had indeed done a lot for Jefferson Village. Whenever there was a problem in Jefferson Village, Chris Shelby always stepped in to solve it. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, if it hadn't been for Chris Shelby's arrival, Harold Jefferson didn't know what to do.

After all, the old village head had been injured by those people, and he was no match for them.

Chris Shelby waved his hand and said, "It's okay! Don't talk about this. Let's hurry and go!"

"Okay!"

Harold Jefferson nodded and didn't say much.

After all, now was not the time to discuss this.

The top priority now was to quickly get to Jefferson Village and save the entire village.

Chris Shelby was a skilled driver. Although the road to Jefferson Village was rough, it didn't deter him at all.

In the past, when Chris Shelby was on missions outside, he had traveled even more treacherous roads than the one to Jefferson Village.

Deserts, wastelands, it was all no problem.

Chris Shelby drove the car skillfully, weaving through, and the speed was very fast.

Seeing this situation, Harold Jefferson's face turned somewhat pale. He had never seen anyone drive like this before.