Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Ireland came to find face with the man his father had sought.

“That's him.” The blonde boy, arrogantly pointing at the dark-haired man, lifted his chin with pride, "broke his legs and arms for me. ”

Strong, black-skinned mercenaries stand beside Ireland and gaze at people not far away.

Roselle glanced up at them and did not move to keep up with the girl's steps.

“Hey, stop.” Ireland sees itself completely ignored, frustrated, and then turns to the mercenary next to him, "Go kill him and show him the colour. ”

Shen Kibai heard the chirping noise behind him and had to look back, "Ireland, what do you want? ”

Ireland snorted, grieving to look away, “How could Master Ben easily let him go like that the last time he did that, Nigel? ”

The mercenary stared heavily and held his fists on both sides.

His physique and abilities are among the best and he has had many missions. This time the employer gave the man a rich enough commission, let alone a lesson.

But intuition tells him that this guy doesn't look easy.

Nigel sinks, his foot moves slightly.

“Sorry, I'll fix it as soon as I can.” Roselle turned to greet him with no expression.

Nigel's body felt at that moment a red flag that hadn't appeared in a long time, but he couldn't think too much, because the other side wasn't going to give him that chance.

At the moment they did it, Ireland took the opportunity to go around and meet the girl.

“Lorraine, I just wanted to teach him a lesson. After all, last time, he didn't give me face, did he?” He doesn't have enough gas.

Shen Kibai wanted to laugh, “Do you think your people can beat Roselle? ”

“Of course, he's a good mercenary.” Isn't it a little bit unpleasant in Ireland? Is that Roselle really that good in a teenage girl's heart?

Though he's good, he's just a bodyguard. Can he beat the mercenaries he brings?

Ireland was reluctant to think about it, but the next moment, he was quickly hit in the face.

When the two were separated and Nigel walked towards him, Ireland had a bad feeling, "Have you taught him a lesson yet? ”

Why does that guy look like nothing.

Jenny shrugged, “I'm sorry, Young Irish, I couldn't beat him, so I admitted to losing. ”

Though this will damage his reputation, it won't be any better to fight this dangerous guy.

The young Irish master was angry and drummed his cheek, “You promised to teach him a lesson. I can get my father to pay you another big commission. ”

“Even if you paid me ten times the commission, I would still say the same thing.” Nigel Dao.

He still cherishes his parts and life more than the commission.

Ireland was embarrassed, "You're so impotent, I let my father fire you and find a better guy. ”

His face rose red and he stared at the dark-haired man, looking unaffected, walking to the girl, very obstructed.

“Yes, but please don't look for my brother, okay?” Jenny pleaded sincerely.

Ireland is going to cry.