Chapter 187


    After finishing their sentence, the duo rushed forward, bent on dragging Harold down with them into the


    mes.


    However, they had overestimated their abilities.


    Before they could get any closer, Harold had already struck them preemptively, causing them to be


    kicked back.


    The duo almost plummeted into the ever-spreading fierce mes that were engulfing everything in their


    path, causing both of them to shiver in trepidation.


    They quickly leaped back into the safety zone in the center.


    At this moment, the surface of the ground was already scorching from the intense grilling as a result of


    the waves of heat. The moment the duonded on the ground, their skin was immediately scarred.


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    In an instant, the duo jolted and sprang upward in shock, howling and screaming in pain.


    “Argh, Dad, what should we do now? I don''t want to die!”


    Harvey started bawling again.


    Even as a grown man, while helplessly watching the fierce mes close in murderously on him and his


    son, a defenseless Bradley could only hang on to his son and weep.


    “Do you now know how helpless and vulnerable Be was?” Harold asked the father-son duo while


    staring menacingly at them, his cold gaze fierce and piercing.


    “Yes, yes!”


    The father-son duo nodded their heads vigorously in an attempt to show their regret and repentance.


    It was only now that Bradley realized how stupid both he and his son were. Isabe''s behaviors and


    reactions these days had been suggesting that she had strong backing from a powerful, authoritative


    individual.


    Yet he and his son still had the audacity to conceive thoughts of wanting to seize thepany


    impulsively in a moment of greed.


    Now, it was finally time for them to face their retribution!


    It had only been no longer than fifty minutes, and both of them already could not withstand the torture,


    bing light-headed and having difficulties breathing.


    It was only right before the both of them actually fainted did Harold grab the duo, one person in each


    hand, and dragged them violently away from the fiery mes.


    “Settle them. Find a goodwyer and ensure that they spend the remaining of their years behind bars.”


    After pulling the father-son duo to safety, Harold instructed Craig, who was waiting outside, to see to


    his request.


    Killing this father-son duo would only stain his hands. Locking them behind bars for as long as they


    lived would be even more torturous than death.


    After giving out the instructions to deal with the father-son duo, Harold gged a taxi and left the factory


    in the suburbs.


    Having been busy, a hungry Harold realized that he had not eaten for an entire day.


    However, the time was already past nine at night. Most stalls had already ceased operations for the


    day.


    Only the stalls selling barbecued dishes, pumpkin soup, and those sellingte-night supper dishes


    were packed with diners.


    When passing by a stall called “Whitney''s ce” that was located near his office, Harold decided to


    purchase some soup and bring it back home to drink.


    “Whitney, one set of seafood soup to go, please.”


    Harold walked into the stall and ced his order upon seeing the boss of the stall handling matters


    behind the cashier counter.


    A stroke of surprise shed across Whitney''s face momentarily when she heard Harold''s familiar voice.


    She regained herposure and greeted Harold warmly, “Harold! You have not brought your girlfriend


    here to my stall for soup in ages! Where is your girlfriend?”


    In the past, Harold would always bring Brittany to this stall for supper, and as time passed, he had


    be close to the stall owner, who was a plump and jollydy.


    “We went our separate waysst month. How about you be my new girlfriend?” Harold replied jokingly


    while walking up to the cashier counter.


    Whitney blushed while replying to Harold in a kind and tender voice, “Me? A fatdy like me, who is


    also a divorcee, attracting a handsome stud like you? What a joke!”


    This was also Whitney''s secret to allowing her business to flourish.


    Many guys, in particr, would purposely dine at her ce just to hear her bone-melting, sweet and


    tender voice.


    Furthermore, her round and curvy figureplimented her friendly and joyous vibe.


    Whitney had a really good impression of Harold all this while.


    In the past, some customers had tried to take advantage of the stall by acting like gangsters to avoid


    paying for the meal that they had. Thankfully, Harold was there, and he had handled the situation


    perfectly with finesse.