Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 55

"How could you do something like that, Blake?" Manfred glared at him with reddening eyes. He roared,

"If she's dead, I'll take you to the grave with m e!"

Blake was not the least bit frightened by Manfred's threat. "What can trash like you do against me?

You're like an ant to me. I can crush you anytime I want," he said lightly. "Don't worry though. I'm not

done playing with you. It'll be granting you mercy if I just killed you right now."

When he finished speaking, he punched Manfred once more before leaving the office.

It did not take long for Blake to appear in the VIP room after Samuel had arrived there.

Blake smiled when he noticed Johann in the room." Here I was wondering who it is. It's an honor to

have you here, Brother Johann," he said. "Since when did you have the free time to hang out in my

little space?"

Johann did not dare to make a single peep. This was Blake’s territory. If he accidentally offended Blake,

he would die here with no one knowing anything.

Samuel had high hopes for Johann, but he was disappointed in the latter’s attitude. How could he rise

to the top with his current lack of spirit?

"Who are you? You must be someone important if Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

you’re sitting right beside Brother Johann." Blake looked at Samuel and asked.

"I'm Samuel Hannigan."

"What an unfortunate name you have, sir. It's exactly the same as that infamous good-for-nothing trash

in Cloud City. Surely you’ve run into plenty of misunderstandings." Blake could not help but grin as h e

spoke. He had never met Samuel Hannigan in real life, but his name was so widely known that it was

impossible to not know of it.

"I’m that good-for-nothing trash you were referring t o," Samuel replied, expression cool.

"You... You're Samuel Hannigan himself?" Blake stared at the other man in shock. "Oh dear, oh dear. I

never thought that would be the case," he said mockingly." What a pasty-faced fellow you are, just like I

expected. Your skill in cheating is not too shabby. Do you know what happens to cheaters here?"

Johann waved his arms about. A guard at the back said, "The last time we found a cheater, he walked

away with none of his fingertips left intact, sir."

"You heard that. Not a single fingertip left intact. I never expected a good-for-nothing like you to be this

daring," Blake said.

"Did you abduct Manfred?” Samuel asked him directly, tired of running circles with him.

Blake frowned when he heard this. "Who the hell are you to demand an answer from me?" he snarled.

"Why

should I tell you if I’ve abducted anyone at all?"

"I just want to know if Manfred is here,” Samuel replied.

"Fine. I took him. So what? Don't tell me a good-for-nothing like you are thinking about rescuing him?”

Blake sneered at Samuel. Inside, he was thinking that this good-for-nothing was not as despicable as

rumors pegged him to be. At least, he did not seem like it for now. A common scum would not have the

guts to try and cheat their way through his territory and come here for Manfred.

More importantly, he kept the winning streak in the casino to attract attention on purpose. He certainly

did not lack guts.

"Just tell me what you need in order to release him," Samuel said.

Blake pinned his gaze onto him. What a galling tone h e had, daring to come in here and demand the

release of a person. 1

"Do I look like I lack money, Samuel Hannigan?

Besides, a mere gnat like you is nothing in my eyes. G o ahead and try to use the Sue family to

pressure me," Blake said, smiling. He had zero regards for the Sue family. He could destroy that

second-rate family within a week if he willed it so.

"Of course the Sues are not a threat to you. But I am," Samuel said.

Blake cackled aloud. "Sorry about that. I couldn't help myself. You really know how to joke around," he

said, still laughing. It took awhile for him to return to his usual tone. "Your status as a good-for-nothing

scumbag is pretty frightening. Everyone in Cloud City knows about you."

"I heard that he helps to massage his father-in-law’s back and wash his mother-in-law's feet in the Sue

family, sir," Blake’s underling added tauntingly.

"What noble deeds you have done! I truly admire you. But I really want to ask if you’re still a f*cking

man. You've fallen this low. Is there any meaning to life anymore?” Blake asked.

Samuel stood up. At the same time, a few of Blake's underlings walked forward to stand before their

boss.

"You're thinking of beating me out? You're not just a good-for-nothing. You’re not quite right in the head

either. Have you forgotten whose territory you're in?" Blake stared at Samuel as though he were

looking at a lunatic.

A sheen of cold sweat had broken out all over Johann’s body. Both of them would not live to see

another day if Samuel really tried to cause a ruckus here.

"Please calm down, sir. This is Blake's casino," Johann reminded Samuel.

The use of the word 'sir' startled Blake. It was just like how Gareth was surprised when he heard the

same form of addressment.

"You're calling him 'sir', Johann? Did I hear wrong?" "You didn't. I'll give you another chance. Release

Manfred," Samuel said frostily.

"What the f*ck are you trying to pull here? I have no time to waste with you. Break his limbs and throw

him out," Blake snapped impatiently. He stood up as well, getting ready to leave.

Sounds of scuffling broke out behind him, but they ceased quickly. Blake did not even bother to glance

over his shoulder. He did not think that Samuel could overcome his underlings.

When Samuel was still with the Hannigans, aside from starting to accumulate his wealth after he turned

twelve, he also learned self-defense techniques from the bodyguards his family hired. It was because

he knew that money was simply a possession. If he really wanted to guarantee his position and his

safety, he needed to have strength, not just money.

Blake took one step out of the room, then somebody suddenly seized his neck from behind!