Chapter 500
Dean had hoped for a quiet life after joining Madblade Martial Academy. Instead, Andrew had shown up, stomped all over their pride, and forced them to pay back every cent without daring to make a sound.
Dean had long resolved to follow three golden rules when it came to Andrew: not to provoke him, not to act recklessly, and not to resist.
Yet, fate was cruel. Not only had he crossed paths with Andrew again, but Hugh had also managed to offend him and even expected Dean to clean up the mess.
Dean’s patience snapped, and for a brief moment, he genuinely considered killing Hugh to put an end to this nightmare.
Hugh lay on the floor, beaten to a bloody pulp and sobbing uncontrollably, his face a mixture of tears and snot. “Mr. Mayer, I called you here to help me deal with them, not to beat me up! Why are you hitting me? Get rid of those two scumbags already!”
Dean exploded. “Shut your damn mouth, you idiot!”
He punctuated his fury with a vicious kick to Hugh’s stomach, making him curl up on the floor and vomit bile.
“You moron!” Dean yelled, grabbing Hugh by the collar and leaning in close. “Do you even know who they are? Let me spell it out for you–these two are people that not even Rodney would dare to cross!”
Hugh’s blood-drained face twisted in disbelief. “What are you saying? That’s impossible! Rodney is one of Jayrodale’s four most eligible bachelors! There’s no one in this city he can’t handle!”
Dean’s eye twitched as his rage reached a boiling point. “You’re still running your mouth? Let me remind you–this man here,” he said, pointing to Andrew, “is the one who stormed into Madblade Martial Academy, beat us all down, made me cough up every penny we owed, and left Mr. Lincoln bedridden!”
“Even your cousin Rodney had to bow and scrape like a scared puppy when he faced him. Do you understand now, or should I beat some more sense into you?” he added.
Dean slapped Hugh twice across his swollen face, hard enough to rattle his brain. Hugh swallowed hard, the fear settling deep in his bones.
He finally understood. This was not just some average martial artist–this was a monster who had effortlessly crushed the mighty Madblade Martial Academy. Hugh had always wondered what kind of godlike figure could achieve that, and now, horrifyingly, he was staring him in the face.
Worse, he had had the gall to provoke him.
“Mr. Mayer, please save me!” Hugh screamed, his voice cracking as his terror reached a peak. His body shook uncontrollably, and an unmistakable stench filled the air as he wet himself in sheer panic.
Dean shoved him aside in disgust and turned to Andrew, bowing respectfully. “Mr. Lloyd, how would you like me to handle this? Should I dump him in the river, take his head off, or bury him alive in a concrete foundation? Alternatively, I could send him off overseas to work as a sex worker and make money for you, or I could just harvest his kidneys as an apology.”
Lauren burst into laughter, covering her mouth. “Wow, so many options? That’s impressive!”
Dean straightened up even more, his smile ingratiating, “Ms. Rhodes, you may not know, but these are just the standard methods we use in situations like this.”
He continued, “This idiot Hugh offended Mr. Lloyd so severely that by underground rules, he deserves the worst punishments–maybe a few stabs, castration, dismemberment, or even cuts all over.”