Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 269

With Samuel's strength, he could defeat Han Jun with a single punch. However, Samuel could not do

anything about it. He could only bear.

"Samuel, do you know that your greatest value is to become a substitute? Grandmother said that you

were a lover, so she drove you out of the Hannigan family. A s long as you're here, the entire Hannigan

family will b e ruined by you."

Han Jun stepped on Samuel's face and continued to say condescendingly, "You are really pitiful. You

don't even have a life. We came from the same mother's womb, but our status in the Hannigan family is

like the clouds and mud. Do you want to know the reason?"

Samuel's eyes became blurry, and Han Jun's voice was intermittent. He only remembered that Han Jun

had taken off his clothes and put him in prison uniform.

This trick changed Samuel's position and made Han Jun the next one.

By the time Samuel came to his senses, he was already in the prison cell. There were 12 people living i

n the cell. There were people who had come in for various reasons.

Samuel sat up with his head in his hands. He felt that he had been kicked in the shoulder. Then he

heard a

voice shouting angrily, "Han Jun, you've had a good sleep. Go to the toilet."

Samuel rubbed his shoulder. It seemed that Han Jun was not doing very well in prison. He actually had

the turn to brush the toilet for others.

Han Jun's life in jail was indeed very miserable. It was common for him to be beaten up from time to

time, and he had to brush the toilet almost every day. Sometimes, when the boss of this main room had

constipation, he had to rub his boss's stomach while h e was squatting. It could be said that he lived

worse than pigs or dogs.

"From now on, we'll stay out of each other's business. You'd better not provoke me," Samuel said

coldly.

"What the fuck, you have a temper."

"Han Jun, what's wrong with your head? Do you want t o be beaten again?"

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first."

Seven or eight people in the big house surrounded Samuel. A man who looked like a boss looked at

the upcoming fight with a smile on his face. For him, this was a rare relief. It was a pity that Han Jun

was such a good-for-nothing that he would cry and beg for mercy every time. There was no new

meaning to it at all.

Samuel looked at them and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you."

In an instant, screams of pain could be heard from the main room.

Those who had always regarded Han Jun as trash did not know that the person in front of them was

Samuel. He was not a useless person who could be bullied by others.

The leader, who was sitting on the fishing table and watching the show, found everyone. In less than a

minute, all of them fell to the ground, stunned.

"This..."

"What the fuck! Boss, what medicine did Han Jun take today? It turned out to be so powerful."

"Boss, what should we do? We can't defeat him."

When the leader saw Samuel walking toward him, his heart trembled. He threatened Samuel, "Han

Jun, if you don't want to die, go to brush the toilet."

Samuel ignored him and continued walking toward him.

This made the chief of the main branch a little flustered. Such a group of people had never been

beaten before. Would he still be hammered to death?

"Han Jun, what... what do you want to do!" Big Boss said in fear.

"Are you the most powerful person in this big house?" Samuel asked.

"Yes." Upon saying this word, the elder brother quickly slapped himself a few times and said, "No, no,

you are the elder brother, you are the elder brother."

Samuel nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now that you know I'm the boss, why don't you go brush

the toilet?"

"Oh, right," Samuel asked. "What's your name?"

"Guan, Guan Yong, my name is Guan Yong."

In less than ten minutes, Samuel had reversed his position in the main room. Samuel had never

expected to see Samuel being beaten in the room.