My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash and Hera) novel Chapter 1617

Nash felt a warmth in his heart as his memory returned to his childhood. One day, he and Ryan went to another village to catch fish. They had a good harvest, but as they were about to return to their village, they were stopped by a group of kids around the same age as them.

These kids wanted to steal their fish, but Nash was not willing to let his hard-earned catch be taken away and was ready to fight. Ryan stood in front of Nash then, and he said the same thing. In the end, Ryan got beaten up.

Back then, Nash had promised his master not to cause trouble in the village, or he would be punished by being hung upside down for three days. To avoid punishment, Nash had to let Pup suffer.

"Hehehe, a pair of friends facing adversity, huh?" the man with a limp sneered. "If you can withstand a kick from me, I’ll let your friend go!"

The scion suddenly became anxious. "Horace, the culprit is the guy behind him! You’ve got to break his legs today!”

Horace Laurier responded, "Don't worry, Mr. Sable. He won’t be able to withstand a kick from me!"

With that, he lifted his limp leg over his head and then brought it down fiercely toward Ryan’s head with the full power of his Profound Reality Realm cultivation. Even an ox's head would be shattered into pieces by this kick.

As Horace’s leg descended, Nash swiftly moved in front of Ryan.

With a single punch, Horace was sent flying. He crashed into the wall, and the wall collapsed with the debris burying him beneath.

Sixten, along with his other bodyguards, were stunned. Horace was a martial arts master! Yet, he was knocked out with one move?

The woman who had been beaten earlier stood up. Shaking her spinning head, she shouted at the stunned bodyguards, "What are you standing around for? Go kill them!"

"Shut up!" Sixten slapped the woman across the face, knocking her back to the ground. She looked at him in disbelief. He, however, was just staring at Nash in fear.

Nash wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder and said, "Let's go. Tonight, we're not coming back until we're drunk."

Ryan wiped his hands and placed his hand on Nash's shoulder as well. "It’s my treat tonight.”

After taking a seat, another waiter approached them with a bottle of ‘82 Lafite. Ryan's facial muscles twitched violently. "Can I take back what I just said?"

An ‘82 Lafite at the Empire Hotel was priced at 98,000. With his monthly salary of just over 4,000, plus another 2,000 to 3,000 from his part-time delivery job, and his girlfriend spending 7,500 each month, this wine was beyond what he could afford.

Nash poured a glass for Ryan and just smiled. "Just drink with me. Who said anything about you having to treat?”

At that moment, the manager arrived with four or five bodyguards. Ryan's expression changed slightly. He quickly stood up, saying, “Sir, what happened earlier was my fault. It had nothing to do with him.”