Chapter 46 Revenge.
Henry said very seriously, "I like you, and I need you to like me too, right? If you always have Bryan in your heart, and I can only have your body but not your heart, then both of us will end up in pain. If I can fulfill your long-cherished wish and let you marry the person you love, at least you won't be in pain."
Isabelle asked, "What about you? Will you be in pain?"
"I will remember you for the rest of my life!"
Isabelle was almost moved to tears. If only Bryan could be more like Henry.
"Stop it!" Isabelle suddenly changed her expression. "Do you think you can win me over by treating me like a hamburger? You even dare to play with my feelings like this? But I have to admit, you were quite good at writing in the past. Getting into prison at such a young age and serving a six-year sentence, yet you still have a hint of literary charm in your words."
Henry forced a bitter smile.
Isabelle didn't know that Henry had always been a good student. If it weren't for the family's misfortune, terms like "211" and "985" would have been within his reach. Moreover, he had self-studied philosophy during his time in prison. So, his intellectual level was not lower than Isabelle's.
Isabelle suddenly yawned. When a drunk person starts to sober up, there is a period of excitement, followed by a heavier drowsiness than usual.
"Hey, I'll sleep by your feet. Don't take advantage of me while I'm asleep," Isabelle said.
Henry smiled bitterly. "Why don't you go to the nurse's station and borrow a blanket to sleep on the other bed?"
"What do you mean? You're not repulsed by me, are you?" Isabelle suddenly got up and walked towards the door.
Henry thought she was going to the nurse's station to borrow a blanket, but she unexpectedly went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then returned to the bed. She lay down at the other end of the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Henry could only smile wryly. Isabelle was truly unpredictable.
"By the way, you mentioned that Sean is associated with Charles. Does he know about Charles's situation?" Henry suddenly asked.
Isabelle closed her eyes and asked back, "How would I know?"
"Why don't you ask for me then?"
"Why?"
Henry said, "Charles knows everything about my family, but I know nothing about his. If Charles comes looking for me again, I'll be at a disadvantage."
"Call me 'sister'!"
"What?"
"If you want me to do something for you, you have to call me 'sister'!"
Henry shook his head and called her 'sister'.
Isabelle sat up, yawned, and asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Where he lives, whether he's married..."
Before Henry could finish, Isabelle had already dialed Sean's number.
Isabelle was also clever. As soon as Henry spoke, she knew what information he wanted to find out.
Calling Sean in the middle of the night to comfort him, Sean was extremely excited. He also heard that Henry got beaten up at the bar and immediately shared this "good news" with Isabelle.
Isabelle took the opportunity to inquire about Charles's situation, and Sean ended up telling her everything about Charles's family, including his wife's name, workplace, and a general overview of his parents.
Sean thought he was expressing his love to Isabelle, but he didn't realize that Isabelle was actually helping Henry gather information about Charles's family.
After telling Henry the information, Isabelle urged him to go to sleep and soon fell asleep herself.
Upon seeing this, Henry removed the IV drip from his arm and silently left the hospital.
He was well aware that after the recent incident and extorting 600,000 dollars, Charles and his group would definitely be celebrating their success. They would either be at the bar having fun or at a night market stall boasting about their achievements.
So, Henry headed straight to the bar.
Just as he reached the entrance of the bar, he saw Henry coming out with a dozen of his men. They were all flushed, staggering, and making a lot of noise as they headed towards the taxis waiting on the roadside.
One of his men opened the back door of the first taxi for Henry, who waved his hand, signaling the others to get into the other cars. He was about to get into the first taxi himself when he suddenly saw a figure approaching from the other side of the street. To his surprise, it was Henry.
Henry was taken aback!
Although he had just beaten Henry badly, he knew how skilled Henry was. He thought he had left Henry half-dead and even compensated him with money, expecting him to back off completely, at least for the time being.
But now, Henry was here so soon!
Despite his swollen face and bruised body, Henry's eyes emitted a chilling aura under the streetlight.
To be precise, it was a murderous intent!
Instinctively, Henry reached for the gun at his waist.
The other men also noticed Henry.
Although they had experienced Henry's strength in the afternoon, they had also fought back in the evening, leaving Henry unable to move. And they all knew that Henry was still carrying a gun.
No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you can't beat a firearm, right?
More importantly, they believed that Henry was seriously injured. If they didn't take the opportunity to act now, when would they show their strength in front of their brothers and the boss?
"Damn, we've got a death wish!"
One of the gangsters who had opened the car door quickly closed it and immediately rushed towards Henry.
The other gangsters followed suit, wielding shining machetes, and charged directly at Henry.
Henry saw that Henry was reaching for his firearm, so he didn't hold back. Instead, he advanced, using a combination of straight punches, hooks, jabs, and even a flying scissor kick.
With the sound of fists and flying legs hitting bodies, as well as the cracking of joints, the dropping of machetes, and the screams, Henry had already drawn his gun. Just as he clicked off the safety, Henry performed a front somersault and landed in front of him.
Henry raised the pistol and pulled the trigger at Henry.
A loud bang!
Henry grabbed the gun, not to take it away, but to press it downward. A peanut-sized bullet hit Henry's thigh.
Before Henry could feel the pain, Henry exerted force again and his finger touched the trigger once more. Another bang, and the other leg was hit.
Only then did Henry let out a cry of pain!
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