"Well, things are different now!" the old man exclaimed. "The north end is the same old, but the south is totally different now! Hell, they built a villa right out of the hill's body—it's really amazing!"On top of that, there's a tiger prowling there, and it stood over three feet tall!"Even if he painted such a vivid picture, everyone around him remained skeptical.However, it was still a tale to tell for the villagers, and the geezers who heard it were all telling their families about it.Eventually, the youths in the village gathered that night and left the village as they headed to the southern side of the hill, led by a big man in his twenties."The old man wasn't lying. That's a grand villa!""Let's take photos. We have to show it to everyone—the life of the rich is something we can't imagine!""Why don't we just check it out? There's no one else around anyway, and we'd live comfortably for the rest of our lives if we find anything good!"The group quickly split into two
"Just you wait. This isn't over yet!" Scar bellowed as he struggled to his feet and ran with his thugs down the hill.Sylvie simply laughed as she yelled after them, "I'm waiting right here! Don't go back on your word now!"-Beneath the hill, Scar ran up to a big man, exclaiming, "Ifor! Someone up there beat us up. Do what you will!"Ifor Stam chuckled coolly. "You deserved it. Who would attack you if we weren't stealing their stuff?"Scar was incensed. "You want to get hit, huh?!"Ifor snorted, undaunted. "I'm not afraid of you like the others are—or have you forgotten how you got that scar? You keep bragging that you got that from another man, when in reality, you're so weak that you can't even cut poultry and hurt yourself!"Everyone was taken aback and soon laughed themselves silly.Scar was naturally even more furious, being exposed and belittled on top of that. "It's not just us—those people will brag about beating our village! And what, you're now a migrant or something
Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!"Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank.In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them."I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid."Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!""Quit spacing out. Let's leave already."Ifor was ready to turn and get away, only to find several wolves standing on the path, led by a gigantic tiger!"What the hell…?"Ifor and the others were shocked.This was no movie, and tigers were highly territorial—why would they allow a pack predator to prowl around its turf?Other predators such as lions and bears were appearing behind Frank too—basically anything that should not show up here!It was just so strange!"W-What should we do?"Scar and the others turned to Ifor—
Frank chuckled. "You're quite the cocky brat, challenging me!""No, I'd never!" Scar quickly threw his hands up, as Frank utterly terrified him.Frank, however, snorted and kicked a pebble by his foot."Argh!" Scar screamed as he dropped to the ground."What are you doing?!" Ifor turned pale right then."Don't worry." Frank shrugged. "I won't dirty my hands—he's alive, but crippled. That's the lightest punishment he could ask for now."Ifor nodded—he came from the same village as Scar, but one must always see reason, and Scar was completely wrong in this case.Frank's punishment was therefore reasonable."Well, I understand that you're strong now," Ifor said. "Don't worry. No one in our village would ever intrude on your turf. Farewell!"With that, he instructed some villagers to carry Scar away and headed back.Alda was at once surprised and delighted. "I didn't think you were that amazing…"Frank chuckled. "I'm actually even more amazing than you can imagine!""Y-You're
Scar was as humble as he could be as he asked the nurse, "I just wanted to ask… can my leg recover to the way it used to be?""No, in all likelihood." The nurse shook her head. "Your tenders were cut and several bones were reduced to powder. You might be able to walk like a normal person after you heal, but you'd expose yourself if you tried to run.""What?!"Scar was absolutely furious—that pretty boy was heinous!He was only teasing his ladies, but he had to go that far!No, he must make him pay!However, violence was not the way. With that pretty boy's strength, dozens more men would be pointless.That being said, there were plenty of other ways even if violence would not work—there was no reason to fight fire with fire.With that in mind, he picked up his phone and made a call.-At the villa around noon, Sally York entered with a bag, explaining as she walked, "How's the food? The stuff in the fridge was brought here on short notice. I hope you don't mind.""It's alrigh
While Alda was naive, Sylvie was a stark contrast as she refused to lose even in banter."What, you don't want to keep the other leg too? I'll help!" she snapped, threatening to advance on Scar.That in turn triggered an instinctive fear in him, but it soon faded as he huffed, "I admit that you're better than I think, but times have changed! Violence decides nothing—money is everything, and you'll suffer if you mess with money!"Also, look at the people around me. Do you think they can't kill you?!" With those words, Scar and Fosco shared a smile—they were acquainted, but not particularly close.However, Scar called him over because he was basically a rich playboy who goofed off. And with the Stiltons' riches, he would be rushing ahead of anyone else once he found out about such hidden riches.Fosco was no fool himself either. Knowing that his family was not the richest and that there were enemies he should not make, he had done his homework before coming.That was why he was s
"The Stiltons, was it? You're just some mediocre family, I believe. If you don't want to lose everything, get out of my sight right this instant!"Alda's tone was icy and scarier than Sylvie."You are… Ms. Ingram, yes?" Fosco frowned in turn.He knew that Donnie Ingram had a young and attractive daughter, but…He laughed. "You're kidding. Ms. Ingram is sick! Why would she look perfectly fine like you?"Alda was not sure if she should laugh or cry. "Your information is outdated—I've fully recovered now. What, do you want me to show you my ID?"Fosco was left a little bemused, since he would be really screwed if the woman before him was really Alda Ingram."Prove what?" Sylvie scoffed just then. "You shouldn't just chase away scum like him—tell your dad to destroy his family, leave him begging alms in the streets!"Alda thought about it and had to agree.Her father had once advised her not to be too kind, especially against vile people like Fosco. If anything, they must be ruthl
Fosco's attitude took a sharp turn as he hovered around Alda, pleading, "Please, Ms. Ingram. I'm innocent, I swear to god—it's those pricks! They started it!"Scar and the other thugs were left flabbergasted.After all that hollering, it turned out that the girl was really the sole heiress of the famous Ingram family?!However, Alda snorted at Fosco. "Just watch your back."As she turned to leave, Fosco certainly realized begging was pointless.He strode right up to Scar, slapping him across the face!"It's all your fault!" he bellowed. "This wouldn't have happened if not for you!"Scar was left stunned—Fosco was the one who pushed his luck! How was this his fault?!And since the Stiltons were going to get screwed over anyway, Scar stopped sucking up to Fosco right then, even snapping back at him, "Quit throwing your weight around, brat! Everyone in town knows the Ingrams, and you're screwed now that you've messed with them! No one is scared of you now, let alone me! Come and g