Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 479

Chapter 479: Chapter 479

Dr. Shawn looked perplexed.

"Dr. Shawn, take us with you. We want to avenge the boss, to give vent to our wrath!"

The cook was still holding a frying pan, while others carried their own makeshift "weapons": a broom, pruning shears, a telescopic rod for cleaning high ceilings.

Back in the day, they were no strangers to real weapons!

It was only after the boss "tamed" them that they each took on their roles as cooks, gardeners, and the like in this household.

Now, seeing the boss in such a state, they couldn’t just stand by idly!

"Who’s going to cook for the boss if you all leave? Who’s going to do her laundry? Who’s going to clean her room?" Dr. Shawn confronted them. "All of you, get back to your duties!"

"The boss’s meal is ready, and it’s in the kitchen staying warm. She can eat it as soon as she wakes up."

"The clothes she’ll wear next have already been ironed. Even if I die on the battlefield, there’s enough for her to wear for a month."

"The plants have all been trimmed, and they won’t need any attention for two weeks."

"Dr. Shawn, take us with you. We can’t bear to see the boss in this state."

"We want to do something for the boss. Otherwise, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives."

"Don’t underestimate us. Back when we were running the streets, you were still a kid!"

"Yeah."

Seeing their loyalty, Dr. Shawn finally relented. "Just make sure you can handle it. If it gets dangerous, run. The boss will need you when she wakes up. I can’t explain it to her if you all get killed."

"Don’t worry, Dr. Shawn, we won’t die!"

They were determined to survive and continue serving the boss.

They owed the boss a debt of gratitude that they hadn’t yet repaid.

Meanwhile

Upon receiving the message from Dr. Shawn, Jack cursed, then turned to Romeo.

"The boss has a wound on her back. It’s ripped open. Her abdomen has been hit, too. Who did this? I’m going to chop off his hand and tear him to pieces."

Ripped open?

Romeo’s heart ached again, his dark eyes chilling.

He was standing at the entrance with two gangs, their intimidating presence threatening to swallow the landscape.

The three elders who had received the message appeared with a hundred men. Mr. Benson, the oldest among them, remained unfazed, even managing to maintain a benign smile.

"Mr. McMillian, Mr. Bryant, are you sure you want to make an enemy of our Mount Doom for a woman?"

They thought that Rosemary was Mr. Bryant’s woman, and Romeo was leading the charge to avenge her.

Jack laughed at the idea. "So, we need to consult the expert before becoming enemies with you? Who do you think you are?"

They were just a ragtag organization, yet they dared to act so arrogant.

"More than half of our Mount Doom men have been lost," Mr. Benson said with a smile.

First, Romeo and Rosemary had infiltrated Mount Doom by themselves, taking out Mathew and dozens of his men.

Then, a group of kamikazes had tried to surround Rosemary and Carol, only to be defeated.

"Now, we only have a little over a hundred men left."

Before Mr. Benson could finish, Jack laughed. "What, are you scared now? Too late!"

Anyone who dared to lay a finger on their boss wouldn’t be let off easily!

Mr. Benson laughed lightly. "I was going to say, with only a little over a hundred men left, it would be quite embarrassing if you lost. It would be the talk of the entire Triangular Zone."

There they were, two renowned gangs, unable to defeat even a hundred men. They likely wouldn’t show their faces around here anymore after this humiliation!

"Hey, listen to this old geezer puffing himself up," Jack chuckled to himself. "Today, I will show you the power of the Mafia Flame! Stand back, everyone!"

He stepped forward, ready to take on the fight himself.

Only one man from Mount Doom stepped up to the challenge.

Jack could barely contain his laughter at the sight of his adversary, his face ashen and his eyes bulging in an attempt to intimidate.

"Well, well, looking neither human nor ghost. Is this the famous Mount Doom spirit?"

The next second, the opponent struck.

Jack immediately clutched his stomach, unable to straighten up from the severe pain.

What the hell? What did this guy eat for breakfast? His punch was too powerful.

He felt as if his spleen, stomach, and kidneys were all shattered.

What was worse, he didn’t even see when the opponent made his move. He only saw a dark figure, and the next thing he knew, a sharp pain shot through his stomach.

It hurt like hell.

"What the hell?" Jones, who was standing not too far away, couldn’t believe his eyes. He turned to Romeo.

"Mr. McMillian, did you see that? That speed and that strength."

It was simply inhuman.

"I saw it," Romeo replied. He, too, found it strange. No normal man could move with such speed and force.

Jack was always known for his resilience, but there was no way he could withstand such a blow.

With his abilities, he should have been able to dodge it.

The only explanation was that the opponent was faster and stronger than Jack.

Nearby, Carl couldn’t help but voice his thoughts.

"Boss, could they be the rumored Chester? They were injected with various drugs from an early age and became half-human, half-ghost monsters with superhuman strength and invulnerability."

Jones suddenly understood. "So, it wasn’t an 800-pound man that hit the boss, but these monsters?"

"I always knew the boss was tough. I couldn’t believe she was wounded, and so severely at that," Tom said, finally understanding. "So it was these monsters that hurt the boss. Let me teach them a lesson!"

"Wait." Jones wasn’t able to stop him in time.

Tom walked towards the monster, whistling.

"Hey, freak, look this way."

He threw a punch, hoping to catch the monster off guard.

But the monster moved faster. With one swift move, he twisted Tom’s arm, causing him to yelp in pain.

If it weren’t for Jack attacking the monster, Tom’s arm would have likely been broken in the next second.

Terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying!

They were the right-hand men of the boss, yet they couldn’t even defeat a single monster.

At this moment, Jack was lifted up by the monster and thrown back at the Mafia Flame gang.

Jones had to step back several times to catch him.

"Jack! Jack, are you okay?"

A crowd gathered around Jack, anxiously looking at Tom, who was still trying to avenge the boss.

He lunged at the monster, aiming for his eyes, nose, mouth, heart, and stomach, using all his strength.

But he was kicked back by the monster, stumbling back several steps.

The gang rushed to help him up.

"Tom!"

This monster was too strong, and everyone realized that they were in deep trouble.