Chapter 989

A hint of coldness and gloominess emanated from Jay's falcon-like pupils. "Get lost," he yelled in a low voice. Pierre straightened up his spine and walked toward Jay. He then tossed the cigarette butt to the ground bitterly and stomped it hard with his foot as if he was crushing Jay. With a twisted look on his face, Pierre said viciously, "What are you so proud of, Ben? Aren’t you the most useless garbage in our fishing village? You have no qualms about making your wife earn a living for the family and sponging off her for financial support. Hehe, and now you’re acting all noble and virtuous in front of me?" Jay’s lips parted as he warned the other man grimly. "Get lost. Don't make me repeat this for the third time." Pierre's gaze fell on his clenched fist. "Hey, are you trying to beat me up? Look at you. You look so soft and tender. Do you actually know how to fight?" Jay recalled the moves that Angeline employed to fight those robbers and jumped up abruptly, launching a 540-de