Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 112: Who Beat Mr Graham?

No, it was more like a one-sided, crushing beatdown.

One group was beating another group, and beating them viciously.

Lucky was the first to react. Barking wildly, he charged forward to join the fight.

He had caught the scent of the scumbag man. Bite him! Bite him hard!

The security patrol was shocked by what they saw. They quickly raised their tranquilizer guns and opened their mouths to stop the group fight.

"They're home invaders!" Number Five quickly stopped them and said, "That rumored gang of escaped death-row convicts is here!"

The security guards' faces changed instantly. Their voices trembled. "What do we do? You guys stay here! We'll go get reinforcements!"

Number Nine nodded, looking very cooperative. "You go get backup. We'll hold the line."

The security team turned and ran without looking back.

They had heard that terrifying criminal gang was ruthless, leaving devastation everywhere they went like a swarm of locusts.

None of them dared run forward and get themselves killed.

Once the security team left, Number Five and Number Nine also cracked their knuckles and joined the fight.

They had no idea where these people came from, but the boss, the captain, the vice-captain, and the rest of the team were all beating them, so the two of them had to participate enthusiastically too.

Who cared who they were? Beat them first.

By the time the property security patrol returned with reinforcements, the fight was already over.

Seven bloodied people had been laid out neatly at the intersection, six men and one woman, all unconscious.

Mariella had already led her people back into the villa, while Number Five and Number Nine stayed outside with Lucky.

Lucky bared his teeth. If the two teammates had not been holding him back, he would have lunged forward to finish shredding that scumbag to pieces.

The patrol captain, Damian Meskill, walked over with his men and peered around nervously. "These people who got taken down... are they really from that death-row convict gang?"

Number Five nodded seriously. "Who else would be this bold besides them? Running up to someone's front gate in broad daylight to steal money."

Damian studied them for a long time, then said suspiciously, "They don't look like it. None of them are bald."

Those death-row inmates had all shaved their heads. It had only been a little over half a month since they escaped, so there was no way they had grown real hair yet. But these people all had hair.

Number Nine tugged Lucky's leash and said, "Our Lucky kept biting them, so they had to be bad people."

Lucky barked furiously at the scumbag man again, wanting to rip him into meat scraps.

Before Damian could say anything else, Viola arrived in force with Connor, Fannie, and their respective house stewards and bodyguards.

"My precious grandson!" Viola spotted Harvey immediately, though he had been beaten so badly he was barely recognizable. Crying, she threw herself at him.

"Ugh!" Harvey had already been beaten to pieces, then bitten all over by the dog. A chunk of flesh had even been torn from his calf.

By coincidence, Viola pressed right on the leg where the dog had bitten him, and the pain woke him from unconsciousness.

"Harvey? Can you hear me? Who beat you into this state, huh?" Viola smacked his swollen pig-like face repeatedly, trying to wake him up more fully.

Harvey's lips moved, but no sound came out. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out again.

Connor stopped Damian and demanded, "Who beat Mr. Graham?"

Damian had already doubted these people were the rumored death-row gang, but he had never expected the victim to be the young master of the Grahams.

"I... I don't know!" He hurried to pass the blame elsewhere. "Hey, who was on patrol today? Report what happened right now!"

The patrolling guards quickly passed the blame too. "The two bodyguards from No. 98 said these people were escaped death-row convicts who came to rob the place."

Number Five spread his hands and spoke slowly. "These people came to our boss's front gate in broad daylight to steal money. Even if they weren't death-row convicts, they were still criminal trash. Beating them wasn't wrong."

Fire blazed in Viola's eyes. She pointed at him furiously. "Do you know who my grandson is, and you still dared lay hands on him?"

Number Five curled his lip and answered bluntly. "Who cares who he is? If he comes to steal things at someone's door, he deserves to get beaten."

The bodyguards brought by the Grahams and the Shepherds surrounded them one after another. Number Five and Number Nine showed no fear, while Lucky bared his teeth and prepared to fight.

The tightly shut iron gate of No. 98 slowly opened again, and Mariella walked out with her team.

Aside from the Lester duo, every combat member of No. 98 was present.

When Viola saw Mariella coming out with so many bodyguards, a trace of fear flashed through her eyes, and she instinctively stepped back.

Fannie quickly stepped forward to support her and eagerly said, "Careful, Mrs. Viola."

Viola steadied herself, gripped her cane tightly, glared at Mariella, and ground out through clenched teeth, "You vicious woman, why did you order people to beat Harvey into this state?"

Mariella gave a cold laugh. "He brought people to my front gate to steal money. I thought he'd joined that death-row gang and become one of their enforcers. Beating him was self-defense."