Chapter 1342

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1342

“Chance? Whatever could you be talking about?” asked Gerald as he looked at Felton—who was still lying on the ground—before clapping his hands.

“Well, if you let me off today, I’ll tell my grandmother not to come over and make things difficult for those living in this shantytown! If you don’t, well… My grandmother will surely cause a bloodbath to happen here!” replied Felton.

“I’m not sure what delusions you’re having, but I only told Leo not to kill you immediately since letting you die like this would surely minimize your grandmother’s suffering! Now that would be a true pity!”

sneered Gerald with a smile.

The second he saw Gerald’s menacing smile, Felton felt as if his entire body—and possibly even his spirit—froze.

Seconds later, he stammered, “…W-what exactly do you mean by that…?”

“Believe me when I say that I’ve been wondering how to deal with you throughout my journey here. In the end, I’ve concluded that you’re still slightly useful to me. With that in mind, I can’t just allow you to die so easily! Whatever the case is, go clean up the scene first, Leo! You can leave this kid to me!”

ordered Gerald as Leo immediately began properly disposing of the many fresh corpses.

Gerald, on the other hand, went ahead and retrieved the Dead Annie from Felton’s hand. Unlike the previous instances of the flower, however, this one looked like it was made out of pure gold.

“What exactly is this, Mr. Gunter?” asked Gerald.

“It’s the Dead Annie Mother!” replied Felton while glaring at Gerald. Though he was angry, he no longer exuded the arrogant and domineering attitude that he earlier had.

“Humph! You wanted to kill me earlier, didn’t you, you b*stard? I’ll be killing you instead now!” shouted Monica out of the blue as she walked up to Felton before slapping him hard on his cheek!

Eyes widened in shock, Felton glared daggers at Monica, immense murderous intent in his eyes as he roared, “You… You b*tch! You must truly be tired of living! Don’t you know that I hate being slapped in the face the most?!”

Though his rage was clear as day, since Leo had severed several of Felton’s meridians earlier, Felton couldn’t even gather the strength to get to his feet!

As he continued struggling to get up, Gerald squatted by his side before slapping him on his other cheek!

Turning to glare daggers at Gerald next, he was immediately greeted by many more severe slaps!

By the time Gerald eventually gave him room to breathe, Felton found himself gritting his teeth in seething rage as he said, “…Could you guys truly be unafraid of death? I’ll be sure to have my grandmother kill all of you if it’s the last thing I do!”

Even when he was young, nobody had ever dared to treat him this way! To think that these people were actually slapping him so much despite knowing which family he belonged to!

“I implore you to wake up, Mr. Gunter. If you haven’t already noticed, you’re already in my hands now.

Do you really think you’ll be able to stay alive long enough for you to ever talk to your grandmother again? Speaking of that old woman, I’m not letting her off either!” replied Gerald as he lifted Felton off the ground before tugging him toward the middle-aged man’s yard.

Once they were there, he dropped Felton to the ground before kicking Felton a few feet away!

Following that, Gerald began filling three bowls with water before slowly swirling the fresh liquid in each of them.

Confused, Monica—who had been following him closely this entire time—asked, “…What are you doing, Gerald…?”

“Ah, I’m brewing a sort of poison! It’s known as inexorable witchcraft!”

“…And it involves water?”

“Not entirely, but its effects will be doubled with water!”

Hearing that, Felton—who still had a cold gaze in his eyes though traces of fear could also be seen reflected in them now—then asked, “…Inexorable witchcraft? …What exactly does it do?”

“I’m glad you asked! You see, among all the secret techniques, this is one of the most vicious kinds of witchcraft! Once it starts, your entire body will begin itching. Eventually, the itch will get so bad that you’ll begin scratching yourself, but don’t think it’ll end after that. Oh no, you’ll continue scratching and scratching till all your skin peels off, and eventually, you’ll scratch yourself to death!” explained Gerald.

Widening his eyes even more, Felton then warned, “Y-you b*stard! I dare you…! You won’t do it! …I-I can tell that you’re bluffing…!”

Ignoring him, Gerald simply continued finishing up the poison. Once he was done, he squatted right next to Felton’s limp body before tilting the brew of inexorable witchcraft dangerously close to him…

Realizing that Gerald was dead serious, Felton quickly began begging, “…P-please, I was wrong, Mr.

Crawford…! I’m the one at fault here, so please, please don’t do it, Mr. Crawford…! Understand that I only came here to capture you under grandma’s orders…! Hell, she’s not even the puppet master of all this! With that in mind, you shouldn’t be bearing your grudges against her! Regardless, again, I emphasize the fact that I was forced to do this! Y-you said I was going to be of great use to you earlier, right? Let me prove my worth to that statement! I won’t fail you, I swear!”

“Oh? Is that so? Well, why don’t you tell me a bit more about this Dead Annie Mother, then?”

“G-grandma told me that since regular Dead Annies can already be used to suppress and restrain your functional yin energy, the Dead Annie Mother would have allowed me to subdue you with nearly no effort at all! It’s also the Gunter family’s most prized possession, but anyway, why don’t we negotiate this out? If you promise not to use that poison on me, then I’ll teach you how to utilize the Dead Annie secret technique, and that includes how to use the Dead Annie Mother! With that in mind, please, please spare my life…! What do you say to that…?” asked Felton as he gulped.