Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 636

Charlie's voice cut off abruptly as he stared in horror behind Zachary, his body beginning to tremble. Before he could speak, the casino manager had already set up a blockade on the road and rushed over with his men, ambushing them from both sides.

"Charlie, you think you're pretty clever, conniving with outsiders to cheat me out of my money?" the casino manager sneered, twirling an iron rod menacingly.

Charlie's legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, stuttering, "Bro, what are you talking about? How could I dare cheat you? I don't have the guts."

"Stop lying to me," the manager bellowed, pointing the iron rod toward a visibly unmoved Zachary. "This pretty boy, you've been colluding with him to cheat on my turf. Sick of living, are you?"

"No, it's all a misunderstanding! We were gambling fair and square, no cheating!" Charlie was terrified, fearing a brutal beating was imminent.

The manager scoffed, "You think I'm blind?"

Sweat poured down Charlie's forehead as he desperately looked to Zachary for help. Seeing him unmoved, Charlie thought he was paralyzed with fear. Quickly, he reached out to tug at Zachary's pants leg, his voice trembling, "Explain to him, we weren't cheating."

As Charlie's dirty hand approached, Zachary disdainfully stepped aside, not even glancing at the casino manager. "Why explain when they're set on framing us?"

Charlie was dumbfounded, panic escalating; it wasn't the time for word games. Zachary, unconcerned, stretched his limbs and cracked his wrists, his cold eyes fixed on the casino manager. "Enough talk."

Zachary picked up the iron rod from the ground, his icy gaze landing on the casino manager, a mocking smile curving his lips. "So many of you, and still playing dirty. You're not much after all."

He then turned to Charlie still kneeling on the ground. "If you're useless, stay out of the way."

Charlie, finally snapping back to reality, scrambled behind a haystack.

A fight ensued in the silent battlefield. The manager, who had dominated the town through sheer brutality and a horde of followers, found his usual tactics useless against Zachary. Almost effortlessly, Zachary didn't even need to look; he flipped a man with a swing of his stick and kicked another assailant trying to sneak up on him to the ground.