Slumdog billionaire husband novel (Gerald Kenneth) novel Chapter 525

Slumdog Billionaire Husband by Rayden Berg Chapter 525 Blaine’s Last Words

Blaine was in his tent. He sat there with a cup of hot tea and looked at Crimson Slayer in his hand.

Zackary, who wore a pair of reading glasses, held a large pile of documents in one hand. He rubbed his chin with one hand while reading the documents.

Blaine had been a peasant. Over the past years, it was Zackary who ran Night Watch, and Blaine worked as a deterrent effect. More often than not, Blaine watched videos on TikTok, played online games, and argued with the netizens.

Zackary was good at management. He seemed to be born for it.

The door was opened, and Gerald walked into the tent.

Gerald was still weak, and his face was a bit pale.

Blaine saw Gerald, frowned, and said, “You used Death Storm again.”

Gerald smiled and then said, “To learn more about Gold Elite Ghost!”

“Take a sit!”

Blaine pointed at the sofa next to him.

Gerald complained, “This is a war, but you still brought the sofas to your tent…”

“We are old and weak. Moreover, there is not much time left,” Blaine said.

Hearing this, Gerald felt a bit uncomfortable. Wordless, he sat down on the sofa.

“What do you think after the fight?” Blaine asked with a faint smile.

Gerald slowly let out a sigh and then said, “There is a gap!”

Blaine grinned and then said, “You knew it. Therefore… Nobody but me can end this fight.”

Gerald wanted to talk back. It is useless to argue without strength, Gerald thought. Therefore, he

fell silent after a sigh.

“I called you over for a few things,” Looking at Gerald, Blaine said blandly.

“Go on!” Gerald felt a little depressed.

With a smile, Blaine said, “First, come back to Night Watch.”

“Okay!” Gerald nodded.

Zackary raised his head. The smile on his face was bright, but there was an indescribable sadness in it. He did not interrupt the conversation between Blaine and Gerald. Then, Zackary continued his

reading with his head down.

The way Gerald and Blaine got along with each other was interesting.

Gerald was brought into Night Watch by Blaine. Blaine cursed and beat Gerald at will, and Gerald fought back.

Both Blaine and Gerald felt bad if they didn’t argue with each other.

Therefore, they hadn’t had a peaceful talk.

Now, they finally could do so.

The three men in the tent knew the reason for this peaceful talk, and it was a sad one.

Hearing Gerald, Blaine nodded with satisfaction. Then, he said, “Second, I don’t know when Gold Elite Ghost will start the next invasion after this war. I think it will happen soon. Therefore, there isn’t much time left for you. You will have three years, at most, to improve yourself to be equal to Gold Elite Ghost. You are the only hope for this world.”

Then, Blaine curled his lips and said, “Perhaps Triston can do so too, but… He is still too young.”

“Got you!” Gerald exhaled a breath slowly. He remembered something but said nothing after a second thought.

Gerald gasped with astonishment.

Gerald thought, this stuff will greatly enhance the fighting strength of Watchmen.

“If!” Gerald swallowed his saliva.

Blaine shook his head and said, “No if. Even if you get used to this thing, you will have limited improvement. You can’t beat Gold Elite Ghost yet. Therefore, I am still the only candidate to strike the deadly blow!”

Gerald looked disappointed.

He took off the uniform and said, “I will try it tomorrow!”

Blaine nodded. “Okay. In the coming fight, we will rely on you to wipe out Red Elite Ghost. We may suffer a great loss, so you should complete your task as soon as possible. Elite Team and super experts will help you then.”

Gerald looked at Blaine and said, “Blaine!”

“Yes?” Blaine raised his head.

“I still want to give it a try. I want to take your place to strike the deadly bow!” Gerald said seriously.

Blaine smiled. “I’ve lived long enough!”

“You can’t go in. Our leader is in an important conversation with Gerald. Stop!”

When Blaine persuaded Gerald, a voice came from the door.

Then, the door of the tent was opened. A group of people walked into the tent. They looked like Europeans. The man in the lead was middle-aged. He wore the uniform of Watchmen and held a saber in his hand.

There were five or six people behind this leader, and Gerald knew most of them.

Two men in the group carried a stretcher, and there was a man dressed like a mummy on it. The mummy sobbed from time to time.

“Francisco Holton, you went too far,” Zackary, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and said with a smile.