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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1498

The sound had come from the exhausted youth who had just toppled to the ground—not too far away from Gerald

—after making quite some distance in that short period of time. Despite having fallen, the youth still tried his best to

protect the woman in his arms.

Witnessing the scene, Gerald found his eyelids twitching slightly as the youth—who had just noticed Gerald—

shouted, “S-sir…! Please, save us…! I’m begging you…! Help us make a call or something…!”

As he fumbled a few steps forward, the youth’s shouting grew increasingly nervous when he realized how feebly

the woman was now breathing.

“Meghan? Meghan! Please, don’t sleep yet!” cried out the youth as the moonlight finally illuminated the duo just

enough for Gerald to have a good look at the woman’s face… And when he did, his heart instantly began

palpitating.

The woman… She looked extremely similar to Mila at first glance!

As he thought about how much the woman resembled her, a distinct and cold voice could suddenly be heard

shouting, “They’re right up ahead!”

Snapping out of it, Gerald watched as eight burly men dashed out from the forest and quickly surrounded them.

While that alone wouldn’t have surprised Gerald, he found himself feeling slightly astonished that these people—the

youth included—all had hints of inner strength in their bodies. From what he could tell, these were all rather

exceptional champions.

“Give it up, Yule! There’s no escape! With that in mind, why don’t you just obediently come back with us? Or would

you prefer if we dragged you back after breaking all your limbs? Regardless, your treasured younger sister… She’s

about to die, huh? Hahaha! I’m saying it right now that I’m quite the pervert, and I don’t really mind having a go

with a corpse as long as it’s still warm! Hahaha!” sneered what seemed to be the leader of the group as his seven

men began laughing as well.

“You b*stard…!” growled Yule as he clenched his teeth while glaring viciously at all of them.

“Of course, there’s a way to avoid that… If you don’t want Meghan to be my plaything, then you know what to do,

right…?” taunted the leader as he slowly walked closer to Yule.

Seeing that, Yule hugged his young sister tightly before gently placing her onto the ground… Though his body was

heavy from all his injuries, he gallantly stood before the unconscious Meghan, ready to fight them if it was the last

thing he did.

Gerald himself—who had been witnessing all this from the side—found an inexplicable wrath growing within him

after hearing the leader’s words. Maybe it was because that woman’s eyes resembled Mila’s so much…

While he knew that she most probably just a stranger, it still felt like they were saying all that cr*p to the actual Mila,

and that irked him to no end.

“…Huh? Who the hell are you, twerp?” growled the leader as he and his men finally realized that Gerald was

present.

Gerald himself was already walking toward them, a frown on his face.

Seeing that he wasn’t replying, one of the leader’s subordinates then pointed at Gerald before yelling, “The hell’s a

wiener like you doing out here? Get lost if you want to live!”

Despite the intimidating warning, Gerald completely ignored the threat and simply walked over to the unconscious

woman. From what he could see, her arms, chest, and abdomen had been stabbed, and blood was practically

overflowing from her.

“…If she doesn’t get treatment within a few more minutes, not even a deity can save her,” said Gerald.

“…W-what…?” replied Yule, his eyes momentarily reddening before bursting into tears!

“There’s no need to be so anxious. You’re lucky you bumped into me!” said Gerald as he gently flicked a few

acupuncture points on Meghan’s body… And just like that, all the bleeding instantly stopped!

Once he saw the rosiness of her cheeks return, Gerald turned to look at the remaining eight people before asking,

“You’re all champions, aren’t you? Instead of killing others so mercilessly, why don’t you use that time to train

yourselves properly instead?”

“Oh? So, it turns out that he knows quite a bit! True enough, we are champions! Regardless, consider it an honor to

be able to die in our hands today!” sneered another man from the group as the others chuckled sinisterly.

“You know, a champion is capable of hurting others just with flowers and leaves if they train themselves properly…

However, I doubt any of you can do that because you’re all still pretty weak! Still… Do you believe that I’m capable

of that feat…?” asked Gerald as a green willow leaf suddenly descended onto Gerald’s fingertip and began

quivering in place…

Not knowing whether the leaf was shaking because of Gerald’s voice or some other cause, the leader simply glared

back at him before growling, “Boy, who even are you? As if you’d ever be worthy enough of attacking with such

harmless things!”

Looking at all eight of the wrathful faces, Gerald simply replied, “Allow me to demonstrate, then!”

Following that, Gerald gave a gentle flick and the willow leaf flew into the air…

Upon seeing that, the eight people instantly began laughing before shouting, “Holy cr*p! Just look at this idiot! Is he

trying to amuse us to death or something?”

Yule himself had no idea what this man was trying to pull off… He hoped that Gerald had a plan since the eight

laughing men weren’t people who could be trifled with…

Just as his thought ended, everyone present instantly found themselves widening their eyes…