Chapter 936

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 936

“Hmm? A backpacker? Brat, if you know what’s good for you, leave this instance. If you don’t, I’ll only be wasting a bullet on you!” said Leopold as he pointed a gun directly at the side of Gerald’s head.

In response, however, Gerald simply turned to look directly into Leopold’s eyes.

“The hell are you looking at, brat?” growled Leopold angrily.

“You know, though I’ve been wandering around for quite a while now, I must say that nobody’s actually dared to point a gun directly at my forehead before!” replied Gerald with a laugh.

“A death wish? Be my guest!” roared Leopold as his finger moved to pull the trigger.

However, the next thing he knew, a clang of metal echoed throughout the cave.

It took Leopold a second to realize that the gun was no longer in his hand, and it was at that moment when he knew he had f*cked up.

As cold sweat began trickling down Leopold’s forehead, everyone—including Whistler and his men—

was so stunned that they didn’t even dare to breathe.

After all, everyone had seen it happen. In that split second before the trigger was pulled, Gerald had flicked a branch so precisely that it jammed the tip of Leopold’s gun!

As if that feat wasn’t amazing enough, the laws of physics didn’t seem to apply to Gerald at all since not only did the branch pierce through the gun, it actually embedded itself at least an inch into the cave’s solid walls!

Leopold felt a faint trickle of blood flow down his cheek as he stared wide-eyed at his gun which was now hanging loosely like an onion ring on a kebab stick.

By god! What kind of strength and speed even was that?!

If Gerald had only aimed the branch at his throat or chest, he would’ve been dead just like that!

“I-incredible!” stuttered Leopold as he gulped down hard.

“Since I’ll be staying the night here, please choose how you want this to go. You can either go outside and fight me now, or leave us alone. What’s it going to be?” asked Gerald as he bit into his roasted hare.

Narrowing his eyes in utter fear, Leopold immediately shouted, “We’ll withdraw!”

“Don Leopold?!”

“Withdraw I said!” roared Leopold as he waved his hand, signaling for his men to evacuate immediately.

“There’s over a dozen of us here, Don Leopold! Why are we withdrawing?” asked one of his subordinates immediately after stepping out of the cave.

“Hahaha! I’m assuming you haven’t heard of the case that befell Hansel’s men! Color me surprised since the news has been circulating heavily around the Heavenly City! Regardless, dozens of his men were killed in a single night when all they were chasing after were three people!” replied Leopold.

“What? Dozens? And none of them made it out alive?”

“You heard me! And that isn’t even the most terrifying thing about the incident! Upon investigating, it was found that all of them were killed with the same weapon before they could even pull the triggers to their guns! And guess what, the weapon in question was a tree branch! Do you see where I’m going with this? If dozens of armed men couldn’t deal with a single assailant wielding a tree branch, what makes you think our group will make it out alive if we don’t retreat?” explained Leopold, his forehead still dripping with cold sweat.

Now understanding where Leopold was coming from, his subordinates immediately began hastening their paces away from the area.

After all, Hansel was an extremely powerful big shot so his men were definitely no small fries. However, to think that all of them were killed by a single person, and with only a single tree branch!

Judging from the strength, skill, and weapon of choice of the young man from earlier, all of them could only wonder if he was the one who was responsible for killing off all of Hansel’s men.

Back inside the cave, Whistler stood up after some difficulty before saying, “I really didn’t know that such a powerful and talented person could even exist on this planet! I go by Whistler Sankey! Thank you for saving our lives, sir!” said Whistler, his voice filled with respect and gratitude.

Seeing that, his other men began doing the same as well.

“You’re all being way too polite. It was just a coincidence that I happened to save your lives. After all, what happened earlier was merely self-defense,” replied Gerald as he shook his head.

“I see… Speaking of which, sir. You mentioned earlier that my wound shouldn’t be bandaged now. Why was that?” asked Whistler.

Hearing that, Gerald looked at the wounded man.

He had honestly only saved them since he had seen how much those men valued their friendship. If they were merely working as hired individuals who thought little about their brothers and only prioritized taking down the enemy forces, Gerald wouldn’t even have bothered interfering with Leopold’s attack in the first place.

Shaking his head, Gerald then said, “…Lie down on your side. I’ll get that bullet out from you first before we continue talking…”