A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Just like Simon, Harold also felt danger.

They exchanged looks with each other and kept walking as if they did not feel anything unusual. When the stalkers

suddenly approached them from behind, they simultaneously moved aside.

The four stalkers were obviously surprised at their dodge.

Under the moonlight, the four stalkers in black held knives shining cold light in their hands.

They looked back and forth at Simon and Harold.

"Which one of you is Harold?" One of them suddenly asked.

Simon and Harold exchanged glances.

Before Harold could speak, Simon said, "It's me!"

Harold frowned. "Don't impersonate me, okay? Don't believe him. I am Harold."

"No, I am Harold."

"Simon, stop your tricks. They are here for me, not you. Hurry up and leave."

"Tricks? No, I am Harold."

As they bickered with each other, the four killers in front of him looked back and forth at them and became

growingly gloomy.

"Stop. Neither of you can escape," One of them said angrily.

"No matter who they are, we can just kill them to prevent future troubles." Another killer said darkly.

"No!" Simon said angrily, "It's not worth it if you kill two. Besides, do you know who he is? He is Bryson's nephew. If

you kill him, Bryson will definitely not let you off."

Simon's words worked.

"He just said that one of them is Bryson's nephew. If we kill Bryson's nephew, I'm afraid we will all die."

"Maybe he was lying. Perhaps he just wants to escape."

"But what if he really is Bryson's nephew?"

The other three killers were silent at his words.

Yes, if one of the two men was Bryson's nephew, none of them would be alive.

Everyone in Peace City knew how terrifying Bryson was. If they offended him, they would suffer a fate worse than

death.

The four of them made a decision at the thought of this.

One of them pointed at Harold. "You can go now."

Harold was lost for word.

"You have found the wrong man. He is Bryson's nephew, and I am Harold. You should let him go, not me."

Simon immediately retorted, "No, he is Bryson's nephew!"

The killers were confused.

One of them pointed at them and said, "Stop! If you continue, I will kill both of you. Tell me, who is Harold?"

Simon and Harold said in unison, "Me!"

The killers were speechless.

They gathered together, confused.

"What should we do? Both of them said they were Harold. What should we do?"

"Why not kill both of them?" a killer with cold eyes said.

The other three immediately looked at him in opposition. "Do you know the consequences of killing Bryson's

nephew?"

"That's right. If we kill him, we will all die."

"That's right, Bryson is a tyrant. If we do that, he might kill our entire family."

"It's fine. I'm an orphan anyway!" The man with cold eyes added.

The other three angrily surrounded him.

The man frowned and said, "What are you doing? We all get the remuneration. If you don't kill him now, the

employer will be angry. Then you know what we will suffer."

"But we can't offend Bryson."

While the four of them were at arguing fiercely, Harold and Simon were chatting leisurely beside them.

Simon asked, "In your opinion, which one of them is the most powerful one?"

Harold carefully examined the four killers and calmly replied, "The short-haired one, right? Look, his calves and arm

muscles are the strongest, so he has greater strength. I guess he is the most powerful one. What do you think?"

Simon rubbed his chin. "I think it's the red-haired man. I can tell from his face he is very strong."

"Red hair can shape the most powerful guy, his physical strength can."

"You don't understand. Generally speaking, good-looking guys are powerful. The red-haired man looks very

handsome, the most good-looking among the four."

"I still think it's the short-haired one."

"Red hair!"

"Short hair!"

"The red-haired one!"

"The short-haired one!"

Their shouts attracted the attention of the four killers. They all turned their heads.

Seeing the four killers staring at them, Simon and Harold locked at the red-haired and short-haired killers.

"You two, who has the best martial arts?" Simon asked.

Harold said confidently, "It must be you, right?"

As Harold spoke, he pointed at the short-haired killer.

"No, no!" Simon pointed at the red-haired killer. "It must be you, right?"

The red-haired man smiled confidently and said, "Of course it's me."

Originally, the short-haired killer wanted to ignore Simon and Harold, but what the red-haired killers said made him

sneer unhappily.

"Interesting. I don't think so."

"Look at your thin body! You are no match for me. So my martial arts are the best."

The short-haired man's eyes flashed with killing intent. "What?"

The red-haired man looked dangerously at the short-haired man.

"What? Do you want to fight?"

The short-haired killer clenched his fists, sounds of cracking coming from his knuckles.

Simon immediately said, "Red-haired killer, you're the best."

"Short-haired killer, you will definitely defeat him."

Under the yells of Simon and Harold, the two killers immediately started to fight. Soon they entangled each other.

Simon and Harold watched the battle with interest.

The other two killers wanted to ask their peers to stop, but they ended up joining in the melee, the whole scene

looking chaotic.

In the end, all of the four killers were injured. By the time they realized what had happened, more than ten

bodyguards had surrounded them.

Audrey and Bryson, who had already left, had returned to the research room.