Chapter 549 Blood and Truth

Paul’s vision went black, and he fell straight back into the ditch. It took him more than ten seconds to come to. Clutching his head through gritted teeth, he slowly started to get up again. But just as he lifted his head, that same steel pipe pressed down on his skull once more.

Paul: His face turned a ghastly shade, and his teeth ground so hard they nearly cracked. He was furious—but no matter how angry he got, he didn’t dare move a muscle. He knew exactly what Yunice meant: if he so much as twitched, she’d strike again. The steel pipe felt like it was filled with lead. A hit in the wrong place could kill a man. Paul might be violent, but he wasn’t suicidal. Yunice found the whole scene hilarious. “That scowl’s fierce–real gangster–vibes. But your eyes? Why do they look so scared?” She tilted her head and grinned. “Paul, do you really think making faces like that gives you the same presence as Wyatt?” Then she burst out laughing. The pipe on Paul’s head slowly slid down, lifting his chin with a taunting touch, forcing him to look up at her. Yunice’s gaze swept across the changes in his skin. “Did you get work done to get rid of the letters on your face? Looks like it didn’t turn out too well.” Then she added, “You still haven’t told me–what did you do to piss my brother off so bad he carved your face?” Paul’s face flushed red, then turned green, then red again, teeth clenched so hard his jaw trembled. Seeing the shift in his expression, Yunice’s smile faded. Quietly, she pulled the pipe back from under his chin. Paul wasn’t a complete idiot. The change in her energy told him she was about to strike again, and he quickly said, “It was because of Wyatt!” “Wyatt told your brothers about me on purpose–he wanted to force them to take a side and turn against me. Sure, Oscar had carved his face and turned him into an enemy, but Owen hadn’t lifted a finger to defend Yunice. Yunice had guessed Oscar’s actions were somehow tied to her. She hadn’t expected Wyatt’s hand was in it, too. She pressed further. “So you held a grudge against my brother. You killed Elsie and framed him, thinking you could get back at both of us in one move.” Paul didn’t deny it right away. Instead, he let out a twisted laugh. The way he looked at Yunice–like she was some clueless clown–made her skin crawl. “I wasn’t the one who killed Elsie,” he said.

“Then who was?” Yunice demanded. Paul held out a hand. “Pull me up, and I’ll tell you.” “Try that again, and I’ll beat you,” she warned flatly. “…” Paul still wouldn’t behave. He smirked and said mysteriously, “You should ask Wyatt instead. He knows better than I do…” Then, like a lightbulb had gone off, he added with a sly smile, “Oh–wait. Don’t tell me Wyatt didn’t say anything to you? Makes sense, I guess… after all, the one who framed your brother was his…” He deliberately stopped right at the most crucial moment and fell silent. Yunice’s lips pressed into a hard line. She stood up–and swung the pipe again! As Paul collapsed with a groan, she leapt down into the ditch after him in a fit of rage. From the roadside, Elianna let out a gasp. She was scared out of her mind, but still cursed under her breath and jumped out of the car to check on Yunice. The ditch was pitch black–just two shadows thrashing about. Elianna quickly turned on her phone flashlight and aimed it down. There was Yunice, standing tall, gripping the steel pipe like a nail driver, slamming it into Paul’s body again and again. Her arms weren’t strong enough to run the pipe through him, but the blows were more than enough to make Paul howl in pain and twist away. Elianna took two steps back in terror. Yunice–who always acted delicate and soft–had just revealed her real self. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. At some point, the pipe struck something sensitive–Paul coughed up blood on the spot. Yunice, like a woman possessed, didn’t stop. Paul couldn’t defend himself. He could only crawl backward, spitting up frothy blood, one hand raised in surrender. “It was Morgan!” “Morgan was the one who framed your brother!” Yunice froze. She slowly crouched down in front of him and asked, “How do you know it was Morgan?" “What do you mean how?” Paul snapped. “I saw it with my own eyes!” Yunice narrowed her eyes. “Why would you see it? You and Morgan don’t even talk. You expect me to believe he let you watch while he committed a crime? Paul snorted, laughing at her naivety. “You forgot Morgan stole my woman? You know what kind of freak he is." Of course Yunice knew. Paul only acted crazy–Morgan was crazy. With his super–male gene, Morgan’s personality was inherently unstable. Him stealing Paul’s woman and then showing off just for spite made perfect sense. Yunice asked, “What proof do you have that it was him?”