Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 74

"I’ll give you a chance to call other men." Samuel's eyes were like piercing shards of ice as he spoke to Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Christopher.

Christopher gritted his teeth. He had never met such a n arrogant man before, and he said that he

would give a chance!

Christopher acknowledged that the man before him was strong-he managed to defeat this personal

bodyguard, after all, who was not any regular fighter. However, that did not mean that no one in Cloud

City could be a match for him.

"Fine then, you conceited punk. I, Christopher Lane, will open your eyes today and show you what a

true fighter is!"

His men quickly arrived after he made a call.

Yet they all fell, one by one, not a single one spared. The restaurant of the Grand Hyatt was filled with

moans of pain.

A chill snaked down Christopher's spine. Who the hell was this guy? How could he be so strong?

"B-boss, why don’t we ask Brother Johann to bring two of his men over. He’d definitely have quite a few

skilled combatants around him," the manager said to Christopher in a small voice. It was to preserve

the dignity of his boss and the Grand Hyatt. He was the

manager, but he did not wish to personally throw the young man out. Also, he was truly not used to

seeing someone as brazen as Samuel.

"Seems like we have no choice," Christopher replied in a low tone.

He never felt so mortified in his entire life when he looked at Samuel. "Your luck is running out, sonny

boy," he said furiously. "Don't blame me for what happens to you."

This humiliation could not be forgiven with a bow or a n apology now that he called Johann over.

Murderous intent gripped Christopher's heat.

Not a shred of worry sparked in Yvonne now. Instead, she stared at Samuel with a dreamy expression.

'This i s my husband. Who knew that he was so amazing?'

It did not take long before Johann arrived at the Grand Hyatt, two men in tow. They were hulking,

musclebound giants. One glance at them and anyone would know that it would not be easy to take

them down.

However, Johann's entire body jolted when he saw Samuel. He suddenly had the urge to smash

Christopher’s brains in. That idiot actually called him i n to face Samuel Hannigan!

"Sam-"

Johann barely spoke when Samuel interrupted," These are your men?"

Johann nodded earnestly. "Yes, sir."

"Let them fight me," Samuel said.

Johann could not comprehend why, but he did not dare to protest when Samuel made his request.

The two giants surged forward at the same time, tussling intensely with Samuel. In the end, they could

not escape being beaten onto the ground.

Christopher was utterly confused. If even Johann's men could not beat him, was there anyone in Cloud

City who could stop him?

"Are you still going to call more men?" Samuel turned his head toward Christopher and asked.

At this moment, Christopher finally realized that this young man was not simply making empty boasts-

he actually had the skills to back those boasts.

He looked at Johann, sweat beading down his forehead. The man was saying nothing even though his

men were beaten up just like that.

Samuel noticed that Christopher was in a daze. He walked over and aimed a kick at the other man’s

chest.

Christopher’s chest immediately exploded with pain. His vision nearly went dark as he toppled onto the

ground and desperately gasped for air.

"Are you satisfied now, with this 'fuss out of nothing’?" Samuel said icily.

All the color had been drained out of Christopher’s face. "Brother Johann, please. Help me," he

pleaded

toward Johann.

Johann stood rooted to his spot, not daring to move a single inch. 'Help you? In your wildest f*cking

dreams. I'm just a grunt with him around anyway.'

Samuel looked at the manager, who immediately plopped onto the ground, terrified by the murderous

intent in his eyes. "Don't beat me. Please don’t beat m e."

"Is there a table for us now?" Samuel asked. 1

"Yes. Yes, of course. There's a table for you," the manager said, his expression frozen in fear.