“Ugh!” As a wealthy second generation, Louis had never been treated like this before. He tried to get up to vomit, but Andrius stomped on the back of his head, pushing him deeper into the pile of hot cakes. With that, the pile of hot cakes was shoved into Louis’ mouth. “Don’t just eat it, drink some soup.” Andrius then stepped on the handle, flushing the toilet. The water flushed into his mouth and pushed the entire pile into his mouth. The taste knocked Louis out cold. Andrius left him in the stall when he went out and brought Fatty Frank to the hospital. “Boss, can we not go to the hospital?” Fatty Frank recovered after some rest. He spoke in a muffled voice due to the bruises and swells on his face. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t want my family to know. And I don’t want Harman and the other executives to give us a hard time,” Fatty Frank said timidly. “Fine.” Andrius pondered. He then brought the group to Dr. Artemis’ clinic. Dr. Artemis and Lyra came out to help F
“Mm-hmm.” After he left the office, Andrius took the electric bike to Dr. Artemis’ clinic. However, when he arrived, he saw nothing but a mess in the clinic. The tables, chairs, and racks were wrecked. Dr. Artemis, Lyra, Fatty Frank, Angel, and the other members of Team Five were nowhere to be found. Andrius had a bad feeling about this. He then spotted a line of crooked words on the table that were written using blood. It still had not dried up completely. “Punk, if you want to save them, come to the abandoned factory in the western suburbs. Don’t be late!” Andrius’ expression turned grim. He had given Louis a little punishment last night, but the b*stard went after Fatty Frank and the others. Even Dr. Artemis and Lyra were caught in the conflict. He quickly hopped onto his electric bike and headed to the location. In an abandoned factory in the western suburbs, Fatty Frank, Angel, and the others from Team Five were all tied up on chairs; Dr. Artemis was also bound.
“Andy!” “Boss!” “Boss!” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Andrius. The thugs reacted strongly to Andrius’ deafening entrance. The expressions on their faces went through multiple changes. From a vicious look to a blank look, then a mortified one, they all happened within half a second. The thugs used to work for Jamire Ringstone. They knew there was someone in Sumeria who could erase them from existence with ease, someone that they could not afford to offend. Now, that particular someone appeared before them. The thugs were sweating profusely, and their legs turned weak due to fear. They wanted to kneel and beg for their lives. When Andrius appeared, Louis somehow felt the bitter taste of sh*t in his mouth and his stomach started to hurt. A disgust rose from his heart as it reminded what he was forced to eat last night. Louis was furious. He roared at Andrius, “You punk! You really showed up alone? Go to hell! Get him! Beat him up, kill him, and I promi
“Yes! Yes! We will get out right now!” “Thank you for sparing our lives!” “We will disappear immediately!” “Thank you, Master Moonshade!” The thugs crawled out hurriedly after escaping death. Only Louis and his foreign friends were left in the abandoned factory. “It’s your turn now,” Andrius said coldly as he walked over to Louis. “D-don’t come near me! Stay there!” Andrius’ frosty gaze sent chills down Louis’s spine and made his skull numb. It was as though he was being stared at by a vicious beast. Andrius ignored the man and continued walking over. He was not striding but was walking at a steady pace. Louis freaked out. His lips shivered as he stammered, “M-my father is the chairman of Simon-Tooke! He’s Dean Mitchell! You cannot hurt me!” The only thing he could rely on was his father’s reputation, hoping that it would deter Andrius. Unbeknownst to him, he might have still been okay if he left his father’s name out of this. When he mentioned his father’s name
Then, Andrius flicked his finger. Several silver needles, as thin as a strand of hair, shot toward Louis’s body. Louis had a bad feeling about this. He instinctively asked, “W-what did you do to me?” “You will soon find out.” Andrius smiled meaningfully. “Aaaaaargh!” At the next moment, Louis screamed excruciatingly. He felt a terrible itch all over his body, and it was not on his skin. It came from his organs! The deepest part of his body! It felt like he was being bitten by ten thousand ants inside. “Aaaaaaargh!” Louis tried to scratch himself, but there was no way he could reach inside his body. He twirled and tossed on the ground. His friends were horrified and were at a loss for words and actions. Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Suddenly, Louis started to knock his head on the wall as if it would cure the itch in his body. Each knock was stronger and harder than the previous. His head bled profusely and soon, he slowed down as his eyes lost focus. His body slowly
Meanwhile at Dr. Artemis’ clinic, Andrius was bandaging Fatty Frank and the others. There was no way the members of Team Five would miss this chase to flatter him. “Boss, you are amazing! Every word you say just now held so much power!” “I think you are freaking awesome! The G.O.A.T.!” “I don’t think words can express how freaking amazing you are!” “Enough.” Andrius was fed up with the flattery. He raised his hand and stopped them from continuing. “Just stay here and concentrate on recovering. Call me if there’s anything.” Then, Andrius’ phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Noir’s name on the caller ID.“Andy, Ms. Timberland is organizing a little meet-and-greet with the deceased soldiers’ families. She hopes that you can attend it. Do you have time?” He would not miss it for the world! Andrius said without a second thought, “Where is it? I’ll be right there.” Noir provided him with the address. Andrius then chatted with Fatty Frank and the others f
The old man looked up in disbelief and cried, “No! I don’t believe you! There’s no way my son would have been a deserter!” “He was a traitor if I say so!” Owen then kicked the old man away and wanted to leave. When Andrius, Noir, and Sonia came in, they saw Owen kicking the old man away which infuriated them. Andrius’ heart bled terribly. The soldiers gave their lives on the battlefield, yet their families were being treated poorly. Aside from not getting the compensation, the man called the deceased soldier a deserter. It was an atrocious act! Horrifying! On a smaller scale, it was just a million in compensation. On a larger scale, it was a grave betrayal of the soldiers, tantamount to digging one’s grave! Bang! Noir could not bear the atrocity the man committed. He ran over with a strong kick, sending Owen seven to eight meters away before the latter crashed to the ground. Owen was instantly crippled and failed to get up on his feet. “Sir, how are you?” Andrius
Andrius felt relieved. He said to Norman, “Mr. Houser, don’t worry. I will find out what is going on and I will give you a satisfying answer.” “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Norman held Andrius’ hands tightly, expressing his gratitude. It seemed like he started to treat them differently. After a little chat, Andrius and Sonia headed to the Martyr’s Society while Noir stayed behind. …“Ms. Timberland!” At the Martyr’s Society, the same receptionist welcomed her. However, when he saw Sonia, a hint of guilt flashed on his face though it was swiftly concealed. Andrius and Sonia were not just anyone; they were able to spot the guilt on the receptionist’s face. They entered the parlor. The deputy chairman, Samson, quickly came down to meet them. “Deputy Chairman Jones.” Sonia was expressionless as she skipped to the point, saying, “I made an eight-billion donation the other day. I want to know how the society is planning to use it and whether it has been utilized.” Sams