chapter 4 Angel's gift ===

The Straz held up a flashlight and was the first to greet him.

He clenched his fists and cursed in a hissing voice, "Young face, I will kill you!"

"I advise you to calm down!"

Shawn Parisch reminded him.

"I'll calm down your sister!"

The Straz child raised his fist and punched out.

His muscular body tensed up like a bull.

With this punch, he was confident that he could kill someone.

With a snap, before his fist could reach, Shawn Parisch's palm had already struck his neck.

He tilted his head and rolled to the ground.

"Straz!"

The flashlight fell to the ground and shone on Straz's face.

His mouth was open, foaming at the mouth, bleeding from all his orifices, and he lay motionless on the ground.

"Straz, wake up quickly!"

"brother Straz, what happened?"

The three hooligans shouted in panic, grabbed sticks from the ground, took out daggers from their pockets and surrounded them.

The boss had fierce eyes, pointed a dagger at Shawn Parisch, and cursed urgently, "Boy, what did you do to our Straz?"

"killed!"

Shawn Parisch replied calmly.

"Kill, kill?"

The three gangsters were shocked, knowing that they had encountered a ruthless character today.

They showed no mercy. The Einar raised his stick and roared angrily, "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

He rushed forward and struck down with his stick.

The boss reacted quickly, rushed out at the same time, rolled in a circle on the ground, swung his dagger brightly, and stabbed Shawn Parisch in the waist.

Shawn Parisch looked like a ghost, dodged the stick, and slapped the Einar on the back of the head.

The Einar stumbled forward and hit his head heavily on the wall.

With a bang, the wall shattered into pieces.

Red blood emerged and flowed all over the wall.

The boss's dagger was held in Shawn Parisch hand at the same time. When he exerted force, the sharp dagger was like glass and shattered with a snap.

"You, are you a human or a ghost?"

This scene was beyond the boss's cognitive scope.

The muscles on his face trembled with fear.

"I am the judge of hell!"

Shawn Parisch raised the corners of his mouth and pointed his sword at the center of his eyebrows.

With a bang, his eyebrows exploded, as if they had been pierced by a bullet, and a stream of blood spurted out from behind.

The boss's pupils dilated and he fell to his knees limply on the ground.

Of the four hooligans, in a blink of an eye only the Hrolf one was left.

Damn it!

The Hrolf's legs were weak. Without saying a word, he stepped on a container and climbed up the wall with both hands.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape.

His right leg had just climbed up the wall when his shoulder was held down by a hand.

Ye Xiao jumped over his head, pressed down on his shoulders, and hit the ground with a thud.

His shoulder blade cracked and then broke.

white bones from

His kneecaps were shattered at the same time, his body tilted, and he rolled on the ground and let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Shawn Parisch put the cigarette butt into his mouth, let him take a puff, and asked leisurely, "Who sent you here?"

The Hrolf's whole body was cold, his lips were trembling, and he blurted out, "It's Mr.Kevin, the second son of the Wu Group, Kevin Ares."

"he?"

Shawn Parisch raised his eyebrows and said, "Why would he do this?"

"I don't know, we just use money to do things. We don't know anything else!"

The Hrolf child's head shook like a rattle, and he begged with a look of horror, "Brother, please spare my life. I will testify against Kevin Ares for you, and I will do anything you ask me to do."

Shawn Parisch shook his head and said, "No need to bother, just kill him."

He put his hand on the Hrolf's head.

The Hrolf screamed and struggled desperately, "No, don't kill me. I still have a three-year-old son to feed at home!"

He took out his cell phone from his pocket.

On the screen of his mobile phone was his family photo, "Look, I didn't lie to you! His mother ran away a long time ago. If I die, he will become an orphan!"

Shawn Parisch stared at the little boy in the photo, his eyes softened a little and said, "He is very cute!"

"Yes, that's right! He is very smart. He just learned to call daddy, but he keeps calling me daddy every time he sees him."

The Hrolf looked at him pleadingly, looking pitiful.

The expression on Shawn Parisch's face did not change, and he said calmly, "What does it have to do with me!"

With a bang, the Hrolf child's head shook violently.

A blast of air blasted through his brain.

His tense body became as limp as a dead fish.

Shawn Parisch picked up the unconscious Willowen Hulburd and sighed, "I came back to bless you, but who knew you would marry such a pervert? I'll take care of you from now on!"

It was daybreak, and the sun shone through the window on the hotel bed.

Willowen Hulburd turned over, opened her eyes, calmed down, and sat up with excitement.

She looked around in panic and saw a man on the floor. It was the guy who called himself "Angel" last night.

He closed his eyes and looked like he was meditating.

Pervert?

Kidnapper?

Selling a kidney?

For a time, countless thoughts flashed through Willowen Hulburd's mind.

She hurriedly checked her clothes and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure they were okay.

However, the burning pain on her face immediately made her heart rise to her throat.

She touched it with her hand and found that there was a bandage on her face?

What did this pervert do to me?

Willowen Hulburd collapsed a little, picked up the vase on the table, walked over barefoot, and wanted to knock this pervert down.

"If I were you, I would definitely not do this!"

Shawn Parisch opened his eyes and looked at her.

Willowen Hulburd was startled, her little hand shook, and the vase fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

She picked up a sharp fragment, took two steps back, and asked Shawn Parisch, "Who are you? What did you do to me? Why do you have to target me?"

Her mind was filled with questions, wondering what Shawn Parisch was going to do.

"You can open the bandage and see for yourself."

Shawn Parisch gestured calmly.

Willowen Hulburd entered the bathroom confused and carefully opened the bandage wrapped around her head.

When he finally took it away, he closed his eyes in worry.

She opened one eye and looked first.

Then, I was completely shocked by what I saw in the mirror.

Half of her face, which was burned by the fire, actually recovered overnight?

It had obviously turned into dead flesh, but now it felt smooth without any flaws.

She looked at herself in the mirror in disbelief and quickly turned on the faucet to rinse.

The biting cold water is not a dream.

The burn on her face is really healed!

How is this going?

How is this possible?

The burn on her face is obviously incurable?

Is he really an angel?

Her mind was confused, confused, excited, nervous, and full of mixed emotions.

He squatted on the ground with his arms folded and cried loudly.

The grievances caused by ten years of disfigurement were all vented at once.