Chapter 2548: They’re Really Going to Hang Up Mr. Lordon

He flipped to the top profile on WhatsApp and sent a message to the girl.

[Nathalie, if you get yourself injured again, I will definitely break his ribs!]

Amadeus Yancey sent the message on WhatsApp expressionlessly and then forced himself to focus on solving her problems!

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Outside of Freedom Square in country M, there were many people who were unaware of the situation.

Many people were there watching the spectacle.

This place is usually where tourists and locals come to feed the pigeons, a leisurely spot, but at this moment there were several layers of people surrounding it inside and out.

Nathalie Quinlan arrived, and there were still many people discussing there.

"Did this person commit a crime?"

"I don’t know, I just came and haven’t figured out the situation yet."

"Why is he being hung up?"

"Who knows."

Nathalie Quinlan expressionlessly pushed through the crowd and saw at the center of the square that people were trying to jointly hang someone on the cross of the Statue of Liberty.

And even from a distance, Nathalie immediately recognized him—Khendy Lordon!

Khendy Lordon was still wearing a white shirt, the collar was a bit ruffled, his face under his hair was delicate and beautiful, slightly sickly, but without any visible emotion.

There was no expression on his face.

Even under such circumstances, his face showed no sign of emotion, as if the person about to be publicly hanged was not him.

His whole demeanor gave off an extreme sense of decadence and world-weariness.

And among the onlookers, someone had already noticed something unusual about this handsome man.

"Look at his leg, is he a disabled person?"

"Such a handsome man is actually a cripple?"

The words ’disabled’ and ’cripple’ continuously reached Khendy’s ears...

Khendy heard these strangers pointing and talking about him, and those seemingly sympathetic yet mocking glances fell on him.

He just tugged at the corner of his mouth, his bangs falling down, further covering his eyes.

He has always been a cripple.

He has heard these words for more than a decade and has long developed an impenetrable heart. It was just that in recent years, few had mentioned these words in front of him.

Now hearing these voices again, Khendy just felt more disgusted with the world.

He himself didn’t care initially, until he caught a glimpse in the crowd.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

Nathalie Quinlan was always very recognizable.

She always had a sort of unique aura that set her apart from everyone else, very distinctive, with strong personal characteristics.

Khendy’s line of sight suddenly became fixated.

In the moment he was dazed, he suddenly realized his embarrassing situation, and the previously indifferent White Jade expression suddenly twisted in anger.

"Stop moving!" Someone smacked him on the back with a bad attitude.

Khendy suddenly stared at that person, his gaze seemed to look at a dead person.

This gaze was too terrifying.

That person was startled, frozen for a while.

It was only when someone behind him nudged him and said, "Time’s up, the Lord of Shadows said we can hang him up now."

Khendy looked toward the direction where he had just seen Nathalie Quinlan.

He only saw the girl surveying the situation on the square, reaching up to pull the hood of her sweatshirt to cover her face, quickly concealing herself into the crowd.

And the Hidden Family’s people had already arrived.

The man in black took a phone call with one hand while scrutinizing Khendy Lordon with his eyes, speaking to the person on the line: "Mm, we’re ready."

"Yes, rest assured."

He respectfully hung up the phone, swept a glance over the crowd gathered at the square, and expressionlessly gave orders: "Hang him up!"