Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 846 - 820 No Ordinary Person

Chapter 846: Chapter 820 No Ordinary Person

Chapter 846 -820 No Ordinary Person

“Where do you think you’re going!” Another red Mercedes-Benz came, and Jojo’s bald father got out, pointing at Kiara and the others. They had chased them all the way here just to drag Jojo back home!

“We didn’t plan on running this time.”

Kiara quietly stepped back two steps and took the bag that Mario Yuno had been carrying on his back.

Mario Yuno began to limber up his muscles. Olivia Brown and Aka also warmed up, while Jojo rolled her eyes at her persistent father.

“Dad, just give up. I’m going to be like this for life. There’s no cure.”

“Damn it! Get back home with me now!” Jojo’s father became extremely upset when he saw his daughter like that.

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Two more people then got out of the Mercedes-Benz, one of them looking like a foreigner, babbling something to the translator.

Both Kiara and Mario Yuno raised their eyebrows simultaneously, Kiara with a snort of contempt, and Mario Yuno with a mocking tone.

“He’s telling the translator to inform you if you want to cure Jojo, you will have to pay more. Whatever the urgency, cough up the cash—what kind of expert is this? I thought my daughter-in-law was pretty ruthless, but now I see she’s actually the conscience of the industry, at least she doesn’t jack up her prices on the spot.”

“What?!” Jojo’s father was taken aback.

“Dad! You’re getting fleeced and still trust this kind of person?” Jojo understood some of it, and Giorno nodded as well.

All of these people understood foreign languages. The fake expert from overseas was unlucky, encountering a group of academic whizzes.

The translator said something in a low voice, dark-faced: Please be cautious with your words, they understand you!

The fake expert’s face then turned dark too.

“Let’s talk about this later. Jojo, come with me! Look at you, neither man nor woman—what do you look like!”

“Who should I blame for the way I am? Who told me in my childhood that girls can’t carry on the family line, who told me that having a daughter was their biggest regret? Now that I’m not living as a woman, shouldn’t you be happy?”

“You!”

Father and child clashed as soon as they met, breaking into an argument at the drop of a hat.

“Go, bring her back to me!” Jojo’s father stretched out his hand, and his men surrounded them, including those from before and some additional helpers.

“What are you trying to do?” Mario Yuno stepped forward and asked. His presence gave off an air as if he ruled the world, an overwhelming aura.

Kiara watched Mario Yuno with keen interest. Judging by Camden’s current mental state, he must have done well in last week’s international class boot camp.

“My daughter ran away, and I have the right to drag her back for treatment. Plus, your people injured me—I’m going to sue you for that!”

“You have the right? Which domestic law stipulates that a father can illegally imprison his daughter?” Talking about this with Mario Yuno, a law master’s degree holder, was simply nonsensical.

“This is a family matter! I’m her father, and I have the right to control her!”

“She’s already 18 years old, not a minor anymore. If she doesn’t want to go back with you now, nobody can force her.”

Jojo’s father narrowed his eyes, “Are you refusing the toast only to drink a forfeit?”

Mario Yuno had only two words for him.

Haha.

Mario Yuno believed he should convince others through virtue and wanted to engage in a token argument, to symbolically assert his civilized identity.

But some people skip these symbolic steps and go straight into an irrational state—Camden felt quite helpless about it.

Jojo’s father didn’t wish to prolong the battle. He wanted to beat Kiara and the others then snatch Jojo away. He signaled, and his men formed a circle around Mario Yuno and the rest. It happened in the blink of an eye—Kiara saw Camden launch a kick that sent one thug sprawling to the ground, and in the next moment, he was grappling one on the left and taking down another on the right.

Aka and Olivia Plum Brown ‘Olivia Brown’ swallowed nervously, feeling an inexplicable urge like they needed to grab those markdown items at the supermarket before they were all gone…

It was all over in the blink of an eye!

The sisters quickly joined the fray, each managing to snatch someone away from Mario Yuno’s hands. Olivia Brown thought, although she was more experienced on the martial arts mat, she still lacked actual combat practice and took this as an opportunity to sharpen her skills. She had just squared off with a Strong Man when before she could show her moves, the Strong Man’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed forward.

Olivia Brown quickly stepped aside to dodge, only to see Mario Yuno coolly retract his hand. It was he who had knocked out the man by chopping him on the neck from behind.

“The moves you use in competitions have too many frills.”

Horton’s moves were more effective, just a hit with his Underpants, and straight to unconsciousness.

Meanwhile, Aka had also knocked down an opponent, leaving only Jojo’s Father, the translator, and the Fake Expert standing.

Jojo’s Father, with a look of absolute certainty on his face, widened his eyes at the scene. What kind of messy friends had his daughter made outside?

He never imagined that right in his own stronghold, all his people would be wiped out in a flash of an instant!

The turnaround was so abrupt and unexpected that by the time Jojo’s Father realized his people were lying on the ground in various poses and gestures, Mario Yuno, Olivia Brown, and Aka were already approaching him with friendly smiles, step by step.

“Don’t hit him! That’s my dad!” Jojo cried out, stopping them as she walked over.

“You little bastard! You still remember I’m your dad! Are you trying to anger me to death?” Jojo’s Father pointed at Jojo, who stood in front of him and said earnestly.

“Dad, let me tell you again, I have Gender Identity Disorder, and I’m not ‘weird.’ Please respect me. If you force me to do things I don’t like, I will die.”

“Nonsense! I refuse to believe there’s an illness in this world that can’t be cured. I’ll spend whatever Money it takes to cure you, come home with Dad, and stop mingling with these disorderly people! Look at them, what kind of people are they! Yellow-haired Foreign Devil Bailey! Pretend Boy Johnson! There’s even a Leading Sister Taylor, Glasses wearing weak guy, and this Manfield is the most terrifying, with such a fierce look!”

Yellow-haired Foreign Devil Bailey=Aka

Pretend Boy Johnson=Olivia Brown

Leading Sister Taylor=Mrs. Kiara

Weak guy=Giorno

Most terrifying murderer=Mario Yuno

Jojo’s Father went on a tirade against everyone present and concluded by pointing at Jenny Bailey, saying, “She looks the most normal at least!”

“Uh, Uncle, actually I’m a lesbian.”

“!!!” Are there any normal people left in this World?! Jojo’s Father was shocked.

“Dad! Can’t you stop judging people by their appearance? Do you know who they are? The ‘Pretend Boy’ you referred to is the Women’s Martial Arts Champion for several national competitions. The one with Glasses is the Deputy Chief Physician of Forensic Psychiatry with a Doctorate degree. The identity of the most terrifying man, I can’t say, but he’s definitely a big shot. The Leading Sister you spoke of is a master of Psychology and a well-known Psychologist in the Domestic Region. How are we not normal people?”

“Normal and yet you hang out with disorderly people. Which normal family would barge into a Home and whisk you away in such a manner? I really want to sue you for trespassing!”

“Isn’t all of this caused by you in the first place?”

Kiara stepped forward.

Camden could tell from her stance that his daughter-in-law was about to exert her authority.

“If you dare to sue them, I’m going to sue you for illegal confinement, and you also tried to torture me with electrocution!”

“You bastard! For these messy people, you would talk to your Dad like this!”

The father and Child argued again, when suddenly, Jojo’s Father heard an overly gentle voice from behind him. It wasn’t Chinese, sounded very soft, but for some reason, Jojo’s Father shivered.

Kiara was speaking directly to the Fake Expert, “It was you, wasn’t it? The one who gave my friend’s Father the rotten idea to use electroshock therapy?”