The Invisible Rich Son-in-law

Chapter 43

Suddenly, a loud noise exploded from behind, as the car trembled once more. That's the back of the car being hit.

"Suckers! This is no coincidence!”

Pushing open the door, he got out of the car.

It was then that a dozen people got out of those cars and surrounded his BMW. Among them, a bald man looked at Alex in disbelief. “What luck do you have!” he exclaimed.

“No blood or bruises at all! Come with us, Princess Fleur wants to see you again."

“Princess Fleur? I didn't know there was a stupid princess here. Move over!" Alex

Rockefeller grunts.

The bald man became angry. "You insult Princess Fleur!"

Alex smiled, “Who's daughter**** that? Why is he looking for me?

Maybe he's a chaperone at the club? Sorry I'm not interested."

"Capture him, brothers!"

Alex casts out a curse and channels his inner energy. The next moment he was right

in front of the bald man.

"Boooms. Hit it!"

He slapped her, right in the face with full force.

The bald man did not expect Alex to attack and attack him first. He didn't do anything

and had no time to react and was immediately lying on the floor, pulling out some of his teeth, and bleeding, his face exploding, swollen like a pufferfish.

After putting one down, Alex did not wait. Instead, he attacked the next person.

“Argh!”

“Take our weapons! Surround him!”

Some went back to their cars and took sticks, and knives. When they return,

however, some of their comrades were lying on the floor, grabbing their legs and

groaning pain.

Their legs have been broken.

“Argh!”

One strikes Alex and hits his shoulder with a big stick.

Alex is not flinching. He grabs onto his stick and hits back at the owner,

it was directly above his head.

He had held back half of his strength, but it still felt too heavy.

Strengths

change it completely, with its speed and power increasing exponentially.

Sreeengs. Whooshing sound! A machete sliced through the air.

It was then that Alex realized that he could clearly see the machete moving in a very fast trajectory.

He struck the sword hard with a stick in his hand.

"Daaar. Mendering!"

The machete flew up, plunging itself deep into the M8 window.

Meanwhile, Alex holds the man's head and runs at full speed towards the hood of another car.

"Boooms. Bam!"

The man couldn't even scream in pain because he was brutally beaten by Alex,

who banged his head against the hood of the car.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. These people exuded a murderous aura and were no strangers to fights, small battles, and,

blood, and blood.

They don't expect things to be like this. Facing Alex, they are just tiny mushrooms, harmless and helpless.

Swinging the stick, Alex, once again, rushed towards his attacker.

"Wait, let's talk!"

Someone swung his machete and said.

"Preaaac. Mendering!"

Alex fends off his machete, drops the mace on his leg, and breaks it.

"We'll talk after we fight.”

The other leg is broken.

“You destroyed my new car. Who do you think you are?!" raung Alex's. And one more.

"Is this how you send death invitations?"

"Kreeek. The crack!"

Everyone can't escape fate either because their legs were also destroyed by Alex.

Finally, he approached the bald man, the only one whose leg had not been injured. The bat was rather sturdy and remained unbroken after crushing many legs.