The Secretly Rich Man full story

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1174

Getting his father’s approval, the young man then began walking toward Gerald and with a contemptuous tone, he

scorned, “I hope that you know that there is only submission when it comes to our sacred Holy Witchcraft, young

man! There’s never been room for any negotiation in the past, nor will there ever be any in the future! With that in

mind, since you’re clearly here to seek a compromise, you’re already in the wrong! Due to that, I’ll personally teach

you a lesson you won’t ever forget! We’ll see if you’ll finally tell my father what he wants to know once I’m done

with you!”

After a booming laugh, he then launched himself toward Gerald!

Gerald, however, was now much faster than him. In one swift move, he grabbed hold of the young man’s head

before tearing it right off his body!

The others could only widen their eyes in disbelief as the decapitated body—that was now spurting a fountain of

blood from the neck—flopped to the ground.

“…W-what?!” roared Hendrik as Gerald tossed his son’s head—which still retained a frozen expression of shock—to

the side.

At that moment, nobody at the table dared to even make a move in their immense shock. Hendrik himself was

simultaneously flabbergasted, distressed, and extremely heartbroken by the sudden turn of events.

Not too long after, he managed to snap out of it and the second he did, he immediately stood up trembling. The

immensely distressed man felt great pain from his aching heart as he cried out, “M-my son…!”

He truly hadn’t expected that Gerald would possess such great strength! However, it was far too late for regrets

now.

Gerald had already killed his only son!

It was at that moment when screams filled the room as the dancing girls finally snapped out of their horrified states

and immediately began scattering to get out of there! Even the servant—who had earlier been trying to stop Gerald

from entering—instantly turned around to run after witnessing Gerald’s terrifying strength.

To his utter dismay, he was only a few steps away when he felt Gerald’s hand on him! Fear was the last emotion he

felt as Gerald took in a deep breath…

And just like that, the servant felt like millions of tiny explosions were simultaneously taking place all over his body!

Though he was now still standing in place, the others watched in horror as a strange red mist began seeping out of

every orifice on his body! By the time Gerald’s attack was done, the young servant’s body appeared to have been

sucked dry and was now nothing but a shriveled up black corpse!

How absolutely horrifying and cruel! Frightened to death by all this, everyone’s fight or flight instinct was instantly

triggered.

Run. They needed to get the hell out of this place!

At that moment, that was the only thought in the minds of those who were earlier playing cards with Hendrik.

They were all well aware that Gerald was here to have his revenge on Hendrik, and though he was a good friend of

theirs whom they could play cards with, there was no way in hell they were staying to die with him here today,

especially after seeing how tragically the servant and Hendrik’s son had died.

Though the men began running in all directions, hoping to escape, it was a futile effort, to say the least. After all,

Gerald had already planned to kill everyone here tonight.

Regardless, they could wait. After all, Chester’s murderer was now standing right in front of him.

Turning to look at Chester’s murderer—who was now standing right before him—Gerald recalled how Chester’s

death had filled Gerald with immense sadness and guilt. After all, he had only died to save Gerald.

While it was true that the others in the room didn’t have anything to do with that, Gerald simply wanted all of them

to die here together with Hendrik today, simple as that. Not one of them was leaving alive tonight!

With that, Gerald released the Dawnbreaker.

Though everyone was undoubtedly fast, the Dawnbreaker was faster.

Even before any of them were able to make their way to the door, one by one, decapitated heads fell to the

ground, followed shortly after by their bodies.

While he had earlier been filled with both anger and resentment after witnessing his son’s murder, after watching

Gerald kill off all his friends so effortlessly, all the previous feelings were instantly replaced with sheer panic as he

began trembling uncontrollably.

The person standing before him now… He was no ordinary man! He… He was a death god! A death god who didn’t

even need to blink or think twice before killing! And his aura… What a terrifying aura he exuded… The pressure

from Gerald’s aura alone made people feel like an impending disaster was coming! Due to that, any sane person

would only be able to think about surviving within his terrifying presence!

Now brimming with fear, Hendrik immediately knelt and hit his forehead against the floor quite loudly before

begging with a quivering voice, “P-please, Mr. Crawford…! Please spare my life…!”

“Hmm… No can do. Regardless, you’ve always been obsessed with ancient witchcraft techniques, right? With that

in mind, I’m sure you’d love to personally witness and experience one of the more vicious and terrible ancient

techniques! Here’s how it’ll go. I’ll plant the witchcraft within you, and from there on out, it’ll begin to slowly corrode

your internal organs bit by bit, until your insides all turn into rotten meat! Now you can take whatever remaining

time you have left to learn it!” replied Gerald as he flicked his finger, sending a black, glowing orb floating right into

the area between Hendrik’s eyebrows.

Listening to Hendrik’s terrifying screams of agony as he lay on the corpse-covered floor, Gerald retained an

indifferent expression as he said, “You died because of me, Chester… I’ll avenge you if it’s the last thing I do!”