The Vengeful Son-in-law

Chapter 380

Connor leaned back in his chair with a playful face and he crossed his legs, looking very arrogant.

They had finally exposed their conspiracy. They invited Tom to dinner tonight for revenge.

Clarissa was very angry. she HAD believed in Smith so much and tried her best to invite Tom to dinner,

but it turned out that Smith took advantage of her.

"Mr. Smith, how could you do this? You said you were going to apologize to Mr. Howard, but you

brought a boxer to make things difficult for Mr. Howard!" Clarissa said angrily.

Smith did not feel guilty at all. Instead, when he saw Clarissa so angry, he felt even happier. He spread

out his hands and said, "I've apologized to Mr. Howard. You all heard that. Now it's my friend who

wants to compete with him. Is anything wrong? Besides, he just said that he thought my friend was no

match for him, but now he's afraid. Can you blame me?"

Clarissa did not know how to refute his words for a moment. Tom did say that Connor was not his

opponent just now, but he was too impulsive.

She said to Tom, "Mr. Howard, I'm sorry. I didn't expect the dinner to turn out like this tonight. It's all my

fault..."

As she spoke, Clarissa's tears turned red. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Tom didn't know how to react to her tears and said quickly, "Hey, Miss Brown, why are you crying? I

don't blame you at all."

Tom couldn't understand Clarissa. Why was she crying all of a sudden?

That was because he couldn't feel Clarissa's guilt. She thought that she had dragged Tom into trouble

and felt especially guilty.

Smith and the others were even more arrogant when they saw that Clarissa was crying. They laughed

in a weird way.

"Mr. Howard, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Clarissa gritted her teeth tightly, feeling ashamed of herself.

'How can I cry?' She thought.

Tom sighed, took out two pieces of tissue, handed it to Clarissa, and said, "Why are you crying? You

did a good thing but not a bad thing. These foreigners are very arrogant. I believe you have been angry

with them for the past few days. But don't worry. After tonight, they won't dare to be arrogant anymore."

Clarissa took Tom's tissue and felt very warm, but she didn't understand what Tom meant.

Then Tom turned around and said to Smith, "Do you mean that if I beat him, you will apologize?"

Smith said confidently, "That's right. But if you can't beat Connor, you have to apologize to Connor,

because you have said that Conner was not your opponent and ruined Connor's reputation."

"Okay." Tom agreed and said, "Pick a place. I'll fight him."

Smith and Connor looked at each other and saw the excitement and grimace in each other's eyes.

Great, Tom was in their trap!

"There happened to be a fight club upstairs with an octagonal cage on it. I think it's the best place."

Smith said with a smile, his eyes shining with excitement.

Hearing the octagonal cage, Clarissa's two bodyguards' faces immediately darkened. They said in a

low voice, "He shouldn't go into the octagonal cage. If unlucky, he may die!"

After Clarissa heard this, she was worried. She did not care about the comprehensive fighting

competitions before. She did not know what the octagonal cage was like. Immediately, she took out her

cell phone to search, and her expression immediately changed. The octagonal cage was a closed

place. The irregular fighting was bloodier than the arena contest. He may really die!

She quickly said to Tom, "Mr. Howard, don't do that. It's too dangerous!"

Tom naturally knew what an octagonal cage was. In fact, he had watched UFC before, and he was

quite satisfied with this kind of comprehensive fighting competition. Of course, he was only satisfied

with the commercial value of it.

To a real expert, the octagonal cage was meaningless because they could rush out at will.

In the case of the live-or-die fight with Peter, the octagonal cage was just a decoration. It had no

restriction on them at all, and they could tear it down whenever they wanted.

"Okay." Tom said with a smile. Clarissa just breathed a sigh of relief, but then she heard Tom say, "Let's

go into the octagonal cage."

In an instant, Clarissa became nervous. What happened? Tom agreed! He would die terribly!

The two bodyguards also looked at Tom in shock, as if they were looking at a dead man. They had also

entered the octagonal cage before, knowing that those who entered the octagonal cage would at least

be crippled or even die.

If it was a formal competition, it would be fine. With the referee around, the contestants could be

stopped in time. But this was a private competition. There was probably no referee. Even if there was a

referee, he may not be impartial.

If they were evenly matched, that would be fine. But Tom was must lighter than Connor.

Tom was at best a middleweight while Conner was an absolute heavyweight. How could Tom beat him?

They all thought that Tom was too arrogant. How dare he fight with a professional boxer just because

he knew kungfu?

On the other side, when Smith and Connor heard that Tom had agreed, they were so excited that they

couldn't hide the arrogance on their faces.

In particular, Connor's face even had a green light. He looked at Tom as if he was like looking at his

prey, ready to devour Tom at any time.

Although he was a heavyweight, he was still happy to fight with newbies, so that he could enjoy the

newbies' begging for mercy!

Clarissa was anxious. She couldn't control herself but quickly grabbed Tom's arm and dissuaded him,

"Mr. Howard! You can't do that. This white man is a professional boxer. He's very powerful. Your life is

in danger every minute if you enter the octagonal cage!"

Flora and the others quickly tried to dissuade Tom from entering the octagonal cage. It was too

dangerous.

Smith was afraid that Tom would go back on his words, so he quickly said, "Mr. Howard, you just said

you will do it, so you can't go back on your word! Otherwise, we will tell others that your people from H

Country admit that H Country kungfu is not as good as our British boxing!"

Connor echoed, "That's right. Your kungfu is a joke, rubbish. Even Bruce Lee is rubbish. You can't even

beat ordinary British people."

His words were harsh. Tom was even angrier. He couldn't stand those foreigners being arrogant and

insulting H Country's martial arts!

Tom said lightly, "I'm going back on my word? No way. Since you want to see how good our kungfu is, I

don't mind showing it to you."