Great Marshal: Marrying the Bridesmaid

Chapter 89

Dawn cried out, “Get out of here. You can never defeat them.”

“Leave me alone. I don't want you to get into trouble.” Dawn sobbed.

Jackson had a wicked smile on his face as he beckoned his men to block the door.

“You think you can leave this building unscathed? Your only option is to jump out of the window.”

Zeke ignored Jackson and took the knife away from Dawn. He then put the silver needles on her neck

to stop the bleeding.

Next, he moved a stool and let Dawn sit on it.

“Dawn, sit back and enjoy the show.”

“Someday the dragon will rise, and the river will flow backwards. Someday the tiger will return to the

mountain, and half of the sky will be stained with blood!”

“I will beat their asses and show them how winning is done. I'm your brother-in-law, that means

something.”

Dawn raised up her head in surprise.

Is this mysterious man going to show his true colours today?

What is this man capable of?

Is he able to beat off all of them?

Jackson sneered, “What a f*****g ostentatious man!

“Boys, go get him now!”

“Let's beat his ass and let him watch how I sleep with his wife and his sister-in-law!”

The muscular men all charged at Zeke.

Zeke held the knife tight and turned around slowly, looking extremely calm.

“It's just... I felt pity for this imported wool carpet.”

Looking confused, everyone wondered what this had to do with the carpet.

Dawn stared at his back in a daze.

His figure looked rather familiar to her as if she had seen it somewhere else.

Zeke finally moved his body when the men came near him.

He swung his knife at them with effortless grace.

After exactly five seconds, Zeke put the knife away. He had ended the commotion and remained still.

As for these muscular men, they stood still as if they had been petrified and turned into a status. Then

they looked at their arms dumbfoundedly while their arms fell off onto the floor.

Blood instantly poured out from their arms and stained the wool carpet. What a waste of a wool carpet.

Argh!

The muscular men finally came back to their senses and collapsed onto the floor. They clutched their

broken arms and screamed in pain.

A demon!

Did we just meet a demon?

In just five seconds, he has cut off all of our arms.

He's definitely a demon. How can a mortal possess such power?

Jackson peed on the spot out of terror.

His mind went blank, and he felt out of breath as the smell of blood lingered in the room.

He realised he had gotten himself into deep trouble.

He leaned his back on the wall and moved towards the door slowly.

“Demon... A demon...”

Before he could reach for the door, he heard a piercing sound.

A bullet broke through the window and lodged itself in his thigh.

His legs turned into a mass of bleeding flesh.

A bullet!

Where did the bullet come from?

His fear numbed his pain for a moment.

He looked out the window in terror.

There were four military helicopters lingering outside the window.

As the rope ladder descended, dozens of soldiers with loaded guns broke in through the windows.

“Freeze! Get on your knees and put your hands above your heads!”

Before everyone came back to their senses as the office's door was kicked open suddenly.

Men with camouflage uniforms poured in, filling the office.

“Freeze! Don't move. Otherwise, all of you will be executed!”

The army is here!

What? Why's the army alerted?

Everyone was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. They laid low on the floor and didn't dare to

move.

Jackson cried uncontrollably, “Zeke, I'm so sorry, I will kowtow to you...”

“Please spare my life... Please...”

“Spare your life?”

Zeke sat down and cleaned the wound on Dawn's neck. “You've been sentenced to the death penalty

the moment you laid your hands on my family member.”

Lone Wolf walked up to Zeke and saluted to him, “I'm sorry, Great Marshal. I'm late.”

Great Marshal?

Everyone was stunned when they heard Lone Wolf calling Zeke 'Great Marshal'.

The man before us is Great Marshal, the undefeated God of War.

He's a legend.

We actually had the audacity to offend him?

We're in deep shit!

Dawn's jaw dropped in surprise.

The trashman is actually Great Marshal. This is so freaking cool!

“Great Marshal, the whole building is under our control. Please let us know what to do next.” Lone Wolf

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