Kick Buttowski Ronaldo Romane & Geschichten

I murmured. "His beard? What is she going to know? I don't think they've even spoken in five years," Sofia said. "It's worth a try, at least. I need to find the bastard, and soon. I won't have my family in danger. Besides, I promised Becca I would kill him, and I fully intend to follow through on that promise," I replied. "Did you say he's gotten into bed with the Russians?" Sofia asked. I nodded. "Ronaldo has made alliances with Mikhail Zaytsev and his allies, including the Michaelson Brothers."

" This guy, even though he was kneeling on the ground looking up at Woody like an insignificant ant, somehow managed to give off the impression that he was actually considering Woody to be the ant. It looked like he was completely confident in defeating Woody! Briella also scoffed and said, "I thought you were so impressive, but in the end, you still had to submit to us. "Ronaldo, the time for revenge has come. What are you waiting for? "Woody, I command you to stay still and not fight back, or I'll shoot!" Ronaldo immediately jumped up, gripping a piece of rebar in his left hand that he had found from who knew where, and used it like the Judge's Brush.

“Huh? What did he do to you?” “Nothing!” “Ryker—” “I said nothing!” My voice cracked. That was all it took. Ronaldo stilled. His gaze softened—but his jaw clenched. “Bullshit,” he said quietly. “He got engaged, didn’t he?” My breath hitched. “He told you all that sweet shit,” Ronaldo continued, his voice turning bitter, “and then went and got engaged like you didn’t even exist.” “I—no—that’s not—” “I fucking knew it.”

He was the one who'd gotten his ribs broken. Disrespecting Ronaldo was the same as disrespecting the Northern Divine Swords!

He informed us. "The five minutes of footage is missing." The man from behind the screen said again. I inhaled deeply, I perceived all kinds of unfamiliar emotions at the same time. My hands fisted at my sides. I wanted to set everything on fire. Ronaldo kept blabbing, shouting his excuses. In a fit of rage, I lifted my fist and hit him as hard as I could. The impact threw him crashing to the ground, he hit the back of his head hard. He clenched his head, his face scrunched up in pain.