My Waste Husband
Chapter 771

Chapter 771

Garry and others' fighting capacity was strong, but their physical strength was limited. If two ordinary people fought with each other, they might be tired and breathless in less than two minutes, not to mention fighting a high- intensity fight at this level. After all, they would use all their strength in each punch and kick.

Soon, Garry, who had fought several people in a row before, could not hold on at all, and his punches were soft and powerless.

Garry's state was soon noticed by the other side. The key point was that in the battle, the opponents focused on Garry, which made Baron and others unable to fight back.

"Look, his strength is very ordinary." The young man next to Anna shook his head. "He's not as good as the two bodyguards behind me."

The young man motioned to his back with his lips. Behind him stood two strong black men. Each of them looked steadily forward. Although they stood straight, it could be seen that they had looked down on all the mercenaries in the hall with disdain in their eyes.

Anna smiled. "You're the precious son of the general. How could the people he arranged for you be bad? You know, these two people came from Demon Training, which is known as the birthplace of the Reapers. If they can pass the training, they would become one of the Reapers. That's the highest honour."

"Hmph." The youth pursed his lips. "What Reapers? Isn't that Radiant Island destroyed? Just a piece of sh*t."

Anna, who had been smiling like a flower, suddenly changed her face. She said to the young man in a low voice, "Mind your wording. Even the general doesn't dare to disrespect Radiant Island!"

"He doesn't? Why would he fight for the mine then? Who doesn't know that it belongs to Radiant Island?" The young man didn't seem to care at all.

"Of course, there's a special reason for this. You have to remember clearly that people like us are not qualified to discuss Radiant Island, even if the island has sunk." Anna stared at the young man with a warning look in her eyes.

"All right, all right, I know. You can make a big fuss about everything." The young man waved his hand irritably and then pointed to the two mercenary teams who were fighting in the hall. "Let's watch the monkey show."

Baron and a few others had fought with several mercenary teams in a row, and their physical strength had been exhausted by 70%. It could be seen that their moves now were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning.

Meanwhile, in the entire hall, there were at least 16 or 17 mercenary groups eyeing them covetously.

After Baron and his men defeated another mercenary team, they all stood there, panting. Even Baron himself was tired.

"What should we do? They still have a lot of people. If we go on like this, we won't be able to hold on." Garry was sweating all over. When he wiped off a handful of sweat, his forehead was immediately covered with sweat again.

"There's nothing we can do. We have no choice but to endure." Helen gritted her teeth.

Shawn and Quintin didn't even say a word and took the opportunity to restore their physical strength. They had already seen that there was a mercenary team and they would come over soon.

Amanda, the female member, had the worst physical strength. At this time, both of her legs were trembling. This showed that her muscles had been exhausted.

"I hope we can scare them. Otherwise, if they all come up, we may really lose today," Baron said.

Queenie looked at Henry, who was standing by the side, holding a turkey leg in his hand. She whispered, "Syl, come and help us. We are together. If we lose here today, it won't do you any good."

"You are stupid. Why do you want to pull me into this?" Henry rolled his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Queenie frowned.

Henry pointed to the mercenaries in the hall and said, "Take a look for yourself. How many people are there? If I beat them one by one, I'll die of exhaustion."

"What should we do? They are all targeting us!" Queenie felt a little wronged.

"It's not them who are targeting you, but you. You're the easiest to bully." Henry sneered. "If

I were them, I would bully a pushover like you."

"A pushover?" Queenie's pupils shrank. "We've defeated six mercenary teams. Who dares to say that we are pushovers?"

Henry shrugged his shoulders and raised his hand. "Obviously, you are pushovers."

Queenie was about to say something but was interrupted by Baron's voice.

"Be careful. Get ready to fight the enemies."

Queenie immediately regained her attention and looked ahead. A mercenary group of 20 members stood in front of them. If they started fighting, Baron and others, who were exhausted and outnumbered, would definitely be defeated.

Baron and others took a deep breath and were all ready to fight.

"Go!" The mercenary on the opposite side screamed and rushed toward Baron and others.

Baron and the others had no strength to take the initiative to attack. They could only find a way to counter it and find a chance to defeat their opponents.

Just as the two parties were about to get entangled in a fight, a loud voice rang out.

"All right, that is enough!"

The shout was loud. Someone actually said such a sentence in the battle organized by Anna. Everyone immediately looked at the person who spoke, including the mercenary group that was about to fight with Baron and others. All of them looked at each other and stopped the battle.

Henry threw the turkey leg that he had just eaten to the side and said, "Until when will you fight? You came here to earn some money. You already had enough food, now you can go back to where you have come from."

"What’s this?" The young man next to Anna looked at Henry with an unhappy expression. At the same time, he waved to the two people behind him. "Get him out of here."

The two bodyguards, who had passed Demon Training, immediately strode forward and said calmly to Henry, "Sir, please go out."

Although the two men spoke in a calm tone, their behaviour was full of contempt.

Henry smiled and said, "Unless I want to go out by myself, I won't go out. You can try to make me leave."

"Sir, let me tell you again. Please go out." A black bodyguard threatened again.

Henry looked at the black bodyguard doubtfully and asked, "Do you want me to go out, or does your master want me to go out?"

"Sir, the last time, I..."

The black bodyguard had just said a few words when Henry said, "Forget it, I'm not in the mood to know. Whether you want me to go out, or your master wants me to go out, the result is the same."

As soon as Henry finished speaking, he gritted his teeth at the black bodyguard. Then, he slapped the bodyguard's face, and his move was so fast that the bodyguard didn't even have time to react. By the time he came to his senses, Henry had already kicked him in the chest, sending the bodyguard flying out.

While the black bodyguard flew backwards, Henry took off the pistol on the other side's waist, loaded it, aimed at the head of another bodyguard, and pulled the trigger.