Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 88

The little boy was proud of Simon's behavior and said, "Dad, I want to be as mighty as you in the future."

Simon proudly patted his son on the head and said," You must be better than me. In the future, you must bring your young bros out of the ghettos so I can enjoy a bit of happiness."

Both father and son were in the midst of fantasizing about their beautiful future when Samuel returned home from buying food. The minute he saw that little kid bringing a few men back to seek revenge and beat Asher, an unstoppable killing intent soared in his heart.

"Dad, it's him! He’s the one who hit me just now." The little boy pointed to Samuel and said to Simon.

Simon grinned grimly and looked at Samuel. "Motherf* cker. Are you the dog who hit my son? Kneel and apologize to him, otherwise I’ll break your legs today."

Samuel tossed the food in his hands away and walked straight to Simon.

At that point, an unprecedented killing intent emitted from Samuel.

Upon seeing that, several subordinates stood in front o f Simon with an expression that suggested Samuel was not taken seriously.

"How dare you hit Brother Yann's son. Your balls are pretty big."

"From your looks, you're not even from the ghettos. Don't you know that no outsider dares to come to the ghettos to cause trouble?"

"Aren't you going to kneel..."

Samuel's legs got going and he ran at them like a hungry tiger rushing for food. His fist roared in the wind and several of those condescending men collapsed in a wailing mess.

Simon also relied on his fists to achieve the status he had that day. No one in the ghetto area was a match for him.

However, Samuel's fierce methods stunned Simon completely. His ruthlessness was completely off the charts!

After Simon came back to his senses, Samuel kicked him in the stomach, sending him staggering back a couple dozen steps before falling onto the ground.

The pale-faced Simon felt that as though a hole had almost been kicked through his stomach and the pain was truly unbearable.

The look in his eyes and expression was as though he was looking at a dead person.

Simon was so frightened that he knelt in front of Samuel and said in a panic, "Brother, I was wrong, I should be damned. Please spare me. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you're willing to spare me."

Samuel took a deep breath. Although he could easily kill Simon, murder was ultimately a crime. Many people had been watching and they were all witnesses. Samuel had no reason to get too emotional over that and end up being mired.

He walked to Asher's side and said heartbreakingly," I'm the one to blame. If I hadn't left you alone at home, you wouldn't have been beaten."

Asher tugged the corner of Samuel's clothes and shook his head in fear. He did not mean to blame Samuel.

"Are you hungry? Let's eat first, okay?" Samuel continued.

Although Asher was scared, he knew he was hungry and nodded hurriedly.

Samuel moved the small square table to the door and had dinner with Asher. Simon and several of his subordinates, including his son, knelt in front of Samuel. The scene left many of those whom Simon terrorized clapping and rejoicing in secret.