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"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking was unmistakably clear.
Silas Cook curled up on the ground, his body involuntarily twitching.
Meanwhile, several of his underlings were wailing non-stop, their bodies covered in blood.
Everyone looked at Julius Reed with eyes that saw a monster.
When had this usually silent and unremarkable loser become so powerful?
Quella Radcliffe sat in her chair, her gaze vacant.
Living in the same house with him for three years, she suddenly felt that she had never truly understood Julius Reed.
As a wife, she indeed failed.
But she shouldn't be completely ignorant about her own husband.
The current Julius Reed was utterly different from before.
"Don't you like drinking? Want to drink until you're satisfied?"
Julius Reed squatted over Silas Cook's head and casually opened a bottle of beer.
"Big brother, I was wrong..."
Silas Cook's breathing was rapid, his face already turning purplish.
This kick had broken at least two of his ribs.
