Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 133 : Throw Him Down

"Damn it, didn't I pay you enough? You sold your virginity for so much money, you should be laughing..."

Anglian stuttered but laughed triumphantly. Ryan didn't say anything, just quietly extinguished his cigarette.

Yammir and Zaiden sensed something was wrong and stepped forward, saying, "Brother, this guy is really drunk out of his mind. We'll deal with him later."

That's what they said, but they didn't dare to make any physical contact with Ryan. Ryan simply said nonchalantly, "It's not that complicated..."

"Whatever you decide, you can discuss it now."

"As for whether to call the police or not, it doesn't matter. Whether he lives or dies depends on his fate."

After saying this, under their stunned gazes, Ryan dragged Anglian, who had just slumped to the ground, back up.

Anglian was fairly strong, and when he was drunk and throwing a fit, even the two of them had struggled to hold him down. Now, Ryan lifted him with one hand, displaying an almost insane level of strength.

"Brother Ryan... calm down!" Gansler was dumbfounded.

Ryan dragged the cursing Anglian all the way to the edge of the rooftop. Although it was only the second floor, if he were thrown down, no one knew whether he'd live or die.

Ryan turned back and smiled, saying, "Yana, whether he lives or dies is up to his own fate. If you cry over this again in the future, I'll be the first to scold you."

"Huh?" Yana was stunned, forgetting to cry. She and Lyla both stared in shock.

Ryan directly grabbed Anglian, lifting his tall body as if it weighed nothing.

Without a single word of nonsense, Ryan grabbed him and threw him over the edge, then turned around and stretched lazily.

The room fell into complete silence. Even Yana forgot to cry, staring in disbelief at what had just happened.

Ryan patted his hands as if he had just thrown away trash and walked over with a smile, saying, "Young Master Gansler, if even a second of video footage surfaces, I promise I won't let you off!"

"Th-this, alright, alright…"

Gansler ran to the edge and saw Anglian twitching in a pool of blood. He hurriedly agreed and immediately called for an ambulance before rushing downstairs.

"Our first dinner together ended on a rather unpleasant note!"

Ryan helped Yana up, wiped her tears, and then turned to Yammir, saying, "Brother Yammir, I'll wait for your call on how this matter will be handled afterward!"

"However, I hope it's not the police contacting me before I hear anything from you."

Yammir was still a bit dazed, but Zaiden was the first to speak up: "Brother, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? We were just having dinner tonight, and that guy came looking for trouble. He got what he deserved."

"He was drunk and fell down the stairs. What does that have to do with us? If he dies, he won't be able to say anything."

"If he survives, it's his luck. Who would believe the ramblings of a drunk? It's not like Old Gansler would dare to say anything either."

Hearing this, Yammir finally snapped out of it and said, "Brother, I'm sorry. What happened tonight was absolutely unexpected, but it's my fault for not arranging things properly."

"You don't need to worry about this. I'll call the elders later and explain the situation. I'll give you a proper answer tomorrow."

Ryan deliberately added mysteriously, "Can you handle it? I don't want any trouble. If not, I can take care of it myself…"

A guy who casually spends tens of millions to chase women, and throws money around without a care—his family's influence must be unimaginably terrifying.

Yammir immediately swore, "Brother, if I can't handle this in Brisbane, I'll go kill myself. That trash won't matter even if he's crippled or dead."

"Next time, dinner's on me!"

Ryan didn't waste any words and flashed a harmless smile, saying, "But it'll just be roadside barbecue."

Zaiden quickly chimed in, "Look at you talking. I'd even go for a meal at a cheap chain like KFC."

"Alright, I'll head off now!"

Before leaving, Ryan added, "If there's any trouble, don't hesitate to let me know!"

"Damn, if I can't even handle this, how am I supposed to keep混ing around!"

Zaiden said with a hint of frustration.

The ambulance arrived quickly. Gansler was on the phone as he followed the ambulance, while Yammir and Zaiden, who had been drinking, took a taxi to follow.

"Ryan, what if he dies?"

After they left, Yana, who had been in a daze for a while, finally came to her senses and clung to Ryan's arm, crying.

Lyla, who had also been frightened, comforted her, saying, "He probably won't die. I saw him being loaded into the ambulance, and the new district of the city hospital is right nearby."

Ryan grabbed a beer from the fridge and drank it casually, saying nonchalantly, "Don't worry, he won't die. When I threw him down, he landed feet first."

"Even though it looked scary, it wasn't concrete—it was sand. At most, he'll have some fractures."

Seeing Ryan speak so confidently, Yana calmed down a bit and said shakily, "Ryan, you were so fierce earlier. I was a little scared of you."

Lyla also felt a lingering fear, looking at Ryan with a somewhat unfamiliar gaze.

Whether rich or poor, Ryan had always been seen as a gentle, easygoing guy—someone who was kind and got along with everyone.

Even in bed, he was particularly gentle, with no trace of machismo, just a harmless, easygoing demeanor.

But earlier, he had casually thrown someone off the second floor. That ruthlessness had not only shocked Yana and Lyla but even Yammir and Zaiden.

Ryan smiled gently, lit a cigarette, and asked, "What, are you scared?"

Yana threw herself into Ryan's arms, wiping her tears as she said pitifully yet moved, "Of course not! Ryan, you did it because you care about me."

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"I'm so touched. I thought you were just playing around, but I didn't expect you to care so much about me."