Jayson felt his heart sink as he surveyed his surroundings. He had not expected Daniel to resort to such underhanded tactics. He knew that resisting would only lead to trouble, and so he decided to play it safe.
Putting on a fake smile, Jayson addressed Daniel, "Brother-in-law, was it really necessary to be so aggressive? I was just kidding around, haha!"
Daniel's expression turned sour. He had no patience for someone like Jayson. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get in the van and let's go," he said dismissively.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Jayson nodded and said, "Actually, I have a gift for my wife that I left inside. Let me just grab it quickly and then I'll join you."
Daniel's face darkened even further. He was annoyed every time Jayson referred to his sister as his wife. "Hurry up and get it," he snapped, waving his hand impatiently.
Jayson chuckled nervously and scurried back into the hotel, while Daniel waited impatiently, glancing at his watch from time to time.
"He's taking so long in there," he grumbled irritably, wondering why it was taking Jayson so much time to come out.
If Daniel knew that Jayson was watching him from his window, he would be absolutely livid.
"If you're tired, you can leave," Jayson said with a laugh, as he flopped down onto the bed in delight.
After waiting for an hour and seeing no sign of Jayson emerging from the hotel, Daniel's mood darkened considerably.
"Did the thrash lie?" he muttered to himself, feeling frustrated and weary from waiting.
"Boss, I think he might have fled," one of his lackeys said, his face creased with concern.
Daniel felt like he was going to explode with anger; he had been tricked.
"Let's go," he snarled, grinding his teeth as he stormed out of the gate with his men.
Jayson had a restful sleep and woke up humming a tune the next day. After taking a refreshing bath, he ordered a delicious meal and ate to his heart's content. As he got dressed, he realized that his clothes were all shabby and not up to his standards.
He paused for a moment, reflecting on his recent success as a millionaire, and muttered to himself, "Why should I settle for these rags?" with a thoughtful expression on his face.
After pondering for a while, Jayson finally came to a decision: "I need to revamp my wardrobe first. I have to look the part of a millionaire and appear presentable." With a wide grin on his face, he felt confident in his choice.
Once he finished his breakfast and dressed in his finest attire, he was ready to leave his hotel room. However, the events from the previous night made him hesitant. "What if that bastard of Wilson family and his goons are lurking out there, waiting for me?" Jayson shook his head.
Despite his wealth, he realized that he was still vulnerable to those in positions of power.
Jayson pondered for a while, then pulled out his phone and began to search online. After thirty minutes of browsing, he was astounded by what he found. Without hesitation, he dialled a number and waited for someone to answer.
"Hello," a woman's voice answered.
"I need a combat master," Jayson stated firmly.
"Sure, please provide us with your location and preferred dates, but I must warn you that our services are quite expensive. The registration fee is ten thousand dollars, and the monthly service fee is one million dollars," the woman informed him.
Money was not an issue for Jayson, and he swiftly agreed. He knew that he wouldn't be the one paying the bills in the long run.
After ending the call, Jayson settled into his seat and waited patiently. An hour later, the receptionist informed him that someone had arrived to see him.
"Please send them in," Jayson replied, his anticipation building. He had been eager to meet the renowned combat master he had heard so much about.
A knock sounded at the door, and he hurried to answer it. Standing before him was a lanky man who reminded Jayson of the hungry beggars he had seen on the streets.
With a frown etched on his face, Jayson asked, "Who are you?"
The lanky man stood tall and introduced himself confidently. "I am Grandmaster Jay, a grade-one physical fighter."
Jayson scrutinized him sceptically, wondering how a combat master could appear so malnourished. Was he an imposter or had he been scammed?
As if reading his thoughts, Grandmaster Jay grabbed Jayson and effortlessly lifted him up with one arm.
Jayson was taken aback as his eyes widened in shock. He grimaced and yelled, "Release me! I am your master!"
Without any hesitation, Grandmaster Jao let go of Jayson, causing him to fall on his bottom. Jayson's face darkened with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Grandmaster Jao scratched the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish, and said with a sly smile, "Oops, my apologies. I forgot momentarily."
Jayson was left speechless, not expecting the lanky man to possess such incredible strength. He gathered himself and, with a cold tone, said, "Let's go," leading the way in an imposing manner.
As they exited the hotel, Jayson hailed a taxi, but before they could get in, Daniel and his henchmen appeared out of nowhere and cornered him.
"Better come with me, thrash, or face the consequences," Daniel bellowed, seething with anger at having been tricked by Jayson.
Undaunted, Jayson retorted, "You and your whole family are nothing but trash!"
Daniel was taken aback by Jayson's boldness and laughed derisively before commanding his men, "Tie him up and bring him along."
However, Jayson remained unfazed and instructed his companion Jao, who had gone unnoticed by Daniel and his men due to his beggar-like appearance, "Take care of them, Jao. Beat them up and tie them up."
Jao stepped forward, ready to defend his Master.
Upon hearing Jayson's words, Daniel and his companions wore peculiar expressions on their faces and erupted into laughter.
Among them, Daniel laughed the loudest and shook his head mockingly. "Trash will always be trash," he quipped. "Where did you find this hungry beggar? Do you actually expect him to challenge us? Perhaps he's tired of being destitute—why don't you run away, beggar!"