Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1101 Punishing Hugh

Almost 20 black SUVs rushed over.
Ivan had sent a large group to capture Hugh and his gang, who were surrounded seamlessly.
Turning around, Ivan peered out the hall, his eyes icy.
The black SUVs were pulled over quickly.
Hugh peered out of the window, his jaw slacking. He had been shocked earlier, but much to his surprise, more vehicles were parked.
He realized Ivan was indeed serious and used considerable force this time.
When he was pushed out, he looked miserable.
While struggling for his life earlier, his clothes were torn, a big hole exposing his skin.
His gangsters had wet their pants. Hugh looked around while laughing. "It's indeed a great honor. You even didn't use so many people to capture Leslie Eastwood, did you?"
"Move!" a man snapped at him coldly and pushed him towards Ivan.
Hugh staggered forward.
"Slow down! I can walk myself," Hugh glared back at him and roared.
Ivan's men gripped him tightly, almost breaking his arms.
Ivan watched him nearby, his eyes full of anger. If it weren't for Hugh, Tristan wouldn't have any chance to save Jennifer. Hugh even planned to do something to his twins.
Ivan snorted.
"Release him," he said flatly, watching Hugh be pushed over.
His men let go of Hugh.
Finnley and others got down the cars, following Ivan.
"Mr. Marsh, how many people have you sent to capture me?"
Hugh scanned around and burst into laughter. "Just for a crystal. You made it like a battle to capture a drug smuggler. Too exaggerating."
His cheeky smile riled up Ivan.
He threw a punch at Hugh's chest.
Off guard, Hugh flinched in pain and almost burst into a cry.
Before he kept his balance, Ivan kicked his chest again.
Compared to his combating skills, Hugh was too lame. In a few seconds, Hugh failed to defend himself.
However, Ivan still didn't intend to stop.
In anger, his every punch and kick was full of strength. Evidently, he was a professional fighter.
Shortly after, Hugh lay prone on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth. He groaned in pain, feeling dizzy.
"Mr. Marsh..." Ivan's man passed a wet tissue to Ivan, feeling sorry, as Ivan's knuckles had reddened and swollen up.
Ivan took the tissue over and wiped his fingers. "Send him to the police."
"OK."
Ivan turned away and sat in his Lamborghini. Soon, the car roared away.
While speeding up the car, Ivan felt his head was about to explode.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He still hadn't vented his anger by beating Hugh up.
Meanwhile. The hospital.
The wound on Tristan's arm was deep. The doctor said, "The patient needs a blood transfusion, mister."
"Use my blood," Zack blurted out, rolling up his sleeves anxiously.
Jennifer asked, "Does your blood type match, Dad?"