The Secretly Rich Man novel Chapter 1293

Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man Novel (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1293
Hearing that, Gerald turned to look at the table. Seeing that what Chester had said was true, he then walked over to pick the note up. On it, was a row of words that stated, ‘Let us meet at the Sky Bridge in Qerton City at exactly midnight today!’

Aside from that straightforward message, nothing else was on the note. There wasn’t even a signature to indicate who had sent it.

“…Could the sender have been Matilda…? After all, she couldn’t find us in the beginning… Though she did eventually manage to invite us over, I don’t think it would be a stretch to think that she was the one who left that note here,” deduced Chester.

Shaking his head, Gerald then replied, “Knowing her, she’d most probably continue madly looking around till she eventually managed to find us. Leaving a note behind is too delicate for a person like her!”

Still, what a strange incident…

‘I don’t even know anyone from Ancient City… Who could be the one inviting me over for the meet-up…?’ Gerald thought to himself. Whatever the case was, Gerald had made his mind up that he would be heading over to have a look anyway.

“I’ll be heading over alone, Chester. In the meantime, you should stay here,” said Gerald.

“Affirmative!”

Sky Bridge itself was located near the Southern suburbs of Qerton City, and it connected two chunks of land separated by a large river. By the time Gerald got there, it was half an hour before midnight and everything was dark and slightly terrifying.

Since Gerald still didn’t know who it was who it was who had called him out, Gerald had been extremely vigilant throughout his journey to the river. While he had passed by a few people earlier on his way here, none of them seemed to be the ones who had called him out.

All of a sudden, Gerald saw a wooden boat—with tiny lanterns at its sides—rowing toward him.

With the aid of the dim moonlight, Gerald was able to see a standing figure wearing a straw hat atop the boat. The person himself was dressed in a way that suggested that he was a villager who had retired to live deep in the forest. Regardless, with how steady and quickly the person was rowing the boat, Gerald couldn’t help but feel that the person was a little extraordinary.

As Gerald continued looking at the person, his ears twitched as he suddenly began hearing the—oddly—rhythmic shackling of iron coming toward him from all directions.

Following that, Gerald closed his eyes for a second… And when he opened them again, his already cold gaze had turned even more frigid as his inner strength began rapidly pulsing throughout his body!

The next thing everyone knew, Gerald had already disappeared from his spot. Before anyone could even react, a loud ‘thud’ could be heard.

Turning to look at the source of the sound, everyone’s eyes immediately widened as they watched as one of their allies flew a good ten yards away! As it turned out, Gerald had moved so fast that within moments, he had already kicked the chest of that—now-flying—man!

As the victim of the kick spurted blood all over the place—clearly suffering from terrible internal injuries—the rest of his allies found themselves momentarily stupefied.

They truly hadn’t expected Gerald to just attack without warning. Whatever the case was, it was now evident that his martial art skills weren’t as simple as they had initially expected.

“How… How dare you?!” roared one of the men as he immediately threw his iron shackles straight for Gerald’s neck!