David caught fire when Sam mentioned three months. This was the most humiliating event he had ever had in his life!
"What are you looking forward to? Go! "Would you like me to deal with you later!"
In this group of minions that followed David, some bullied men and harassed women.
David was the one who acted as their high umbrella! If David decided to kick them to the curb, not only would they not be protected, but others would take revenge and ferret out all of their criminal records.
They would have no place left in Starlight Haven City.
The group prepared themselves and decided to take the risk after giving it some thought. They ran up to receive a strike rather than attacking him.
Sam's eyes were cold. He used his right foot and picked up the lance.
Firmly grasping it, he waved it towards the group of rushing minions.
Each time he swept it towards them, it was as if he were cleaning chickens! Five to six people flew into the air with each wave.
Moans of sorrow and pain began to linger in the air. These weaklings were pathetic; they began groaning as soon as they hit the ground,
Seeing this, Sam did not have the words to say anything. He lightly swept them, not using a quarter of his strength; it shouldn't have hurt this much.
Although these small idiots were all just sacks of rice and were acting when Sam mowed down seven or eight people each time, it shocked bystanders, and they began to crowd around him.
The only one left in a flash was David, who had begun panicking and sliding backwards.
Seeing Sam walk towards him, his appearance was fierce, but he was close to fainting.
He said, "Sam what do you want!? I warn you not to act too rashly or else your death will be very ugly."
Sam looked at him as if he were some bug and coldly said,
"Even rotten leaves have clear veins. As someone who practices martial arts, how could you lose your backbone like a coward? You bother me over and over; I've already put up with you twice. If I put up with you again, then why did I practice martial arts?"
As Sam said this, he instantly arrived in front of David.
David's goose hair rose, and he almost pissed his pants. He had one thought: this Sam, was he crazy?! He dares to hit me!?
"You dare!? My father is...!"
David screamed pitifully as Sam punched his stomach.
Sam's fist contained a hidden energy. Although he hadn't achieved 'Flow like Silk', he drew one step to perform a complex and gentle movement.
-Boom!
The fist's energy penetrated David's organs, and he coughed a mouthful of blood.
Sam used his other hand, aimed it, and slapped David's right cheek with a 'Peng !' sound. David spun like a spinning top and fell with a plop on the ground, seeing stars.
One side of his lip was split open by Sam's palm, and a tooth had fallen out.
"You… you…"
David covered his mouth. He looked at his bloody hands, and his eyes turned red with anger.
He had grown up in the general's office since childhood, and no one dared to hit him.
He stretched out his blood-stained trembling finger at Sam. "I… I will kill you!"
"Kill me? Perhaps you won't have this opportunity." Sam stepped forward, his hand holding the lance.
A murderous intent began to flow from him.
David's high confidence and rage were utterly destroyed when he felt this murderous intent and realized that his neck was only a few inches from the lance. He fell to the ground, shouting, "Murder!" as he crawled quickly.
Sam knew that in the broad daylight, he could not kill the son of the general.
Although that punch was filled with concealed energy, it was a prolonged, non-fatal attack and only let David feel pain.
As for his split lip, although it would hurt, it could be cured with some medicines.
But on the main road, more hoof beats began to resound.
Sam looked and saw that a thirty-year-old man had arrived. He had a moustache and wore the clothes of a captain, with a sword hanging on his waist.
He rode here swiftly, and behind him were several additional officers.
Seeing these officers, it was as if David had seen the light.
He shouted, "Save me; he wants to kill me!" Then he rushed towards them.
Sam saw these officers, and he frowned.
He suddenly understood the purpose of David's actions.
He had intended to cause some commotion. He had not anticipated that the man on the horse or even his subordinates would be able to harm him. Still, he had intended to cause a disturbance for the organization in charge of the Seven Profound Martial House admission exam to show up and arrest him.
Once he was arrested, he would miss the entrance exam. He might even be sentenced and jailed.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Captain Evan Mitchell said.
He was thirty-five years old and was in the Fourth Stage of Body Transformation. He also held the post of the Starlight Haven City martial Force captain.
Evan Mitchell asked those who were crawling on the ground like pitiful bugs.
Those wounded began to crawl towards him as if they were re-energized. This was something that Sam had already guessed earlier.
They began to point at Sam all at once. "He beat us up! He was plotting to kill our young master!"
"Your honor, please look at our bodies' injuries. That guy was fighting with a lance, I luckily had quick reflexes and only received a bone fracture."
A man lifted his shirt. An extensive blue line on the chest was visible.
Right now, Sam was also holding the lance. It could be said that 'the evidence was conclusive.'
"Big brother Evan, you have to call the shots for me, ah."
As soon as David opened his mouth, blood began to froth out.
This fellow was just too pitiful; he did not look dignified.
Evan Mitchell quickly handed over medicine to David.
As the captain, Evan Mitchell always kept medicine with him. Naturally, it was not anything that was of low value.
David wiped the medicine from his mouth as he was howling and sobbing. The treatment was effective, and David's pain was alleviated just a little.
"Big brother Evan, you must get justice for me!"
David looked at Sam with hatred. He did not think that Sam would hit him!
He decided that he would kill him. He would need to get him in a jail cell, and then he would find some way to deal with him. Kill him, cripple him; there would be no way to escape!
No, killing him was too easy. It was best to let him wallow in suffering!
This kind of matter was not something that David's father cared about. He had lost the bet and failed to a young boy at the First Stage and had only gotten his name reversed. Peter John was, of course, furious about this.
And this bullying also crippled several civilians; if he didn't cause his family to lose face, Peter John would not pay attention. Thinking that he might react to this matter was not necessary.
Thinking of this, David felt his heart finally be relieved.
Although he had been hit, the pain was temporary. What was most important was that he released the anger in his chest.
It was as brother Max had planned. As long as they could write 'the truth' of the incident, they could use authority to oppress others!
Evan Mitchell was not a fool. He had been in the Martial Forces for many years. He had been made captain because he was also intelligent and quick on his feet. He only looked at the scene and accurately guessed most of the situation. This young boy had offended the general's house. Although he might have only given him a hard time, this young boy had injured someone from the general's home to this degree; he estimated his life was over.
As a captain, he had to be aware of the influence of Starlight Haven City's significant players.
Evan Mitchell's position in the government wasn't high; he absolutely could not stir up these powers, so like this, Evan Mitchell had learned to survive in the cracks.
With a matter like this in his hands, who was wrong and right, he did not look at the facts but their backgrounds.
Not only did David's father, a general of the martial forces, promote him, but even if he did not, he would still have to look at General Peter's big name.
David may not amount to anything in the main house, and he may have been disciplined if he was inside, but he was outside now, so there were face concerns.
If Evan Mitchell gave the correct order, it would suggest he was not one of General Peter's men.
He understood these things in his heart, so he was resolute in his decision. He waved his hand, and an officer moved out and began to inspect the men's injuries on the floor. He then checked Sam's lance, contrasted them with the scars, and said, "Yes, these wounds are from the lance."
Evan Mitchell nodded and said to Sam, "Name?"
Sam had already guessed what Evan had prepared to do. He defiantly stared at Evan Mitchell and frankly replied, "Sam."
Looking into Sam's eyes, Evan Mitchell felt a faint feeling of contempt that made him uncomfortable. He was also not feeling well as he said, "The evidence is conclusive; what do you have to say for yourself?"
"The evidence is conclusive?" Sam sneered, "Have you tried asking the bystanders? You only listen to the statements of David's party?"
Evan Mitchell frowned and thought this fellow was not evident in the head.
As soon as he appeared, he had guessed that events would develop along this path, but now it looked as if this boy's death was looming over him, and he was still joking.
This boy, why did he have to hit David? Did he not know that his father was the leader of Starlight Haven City's martial guard forces?
Although General Peter did not tolerate the idiocy of his son and would even punish him frequently, this did not mean that he would allow others to hit his son, as that was equal to slapping him in the face.
This boy Sam couldn't also be anyone with a background ... Looking at his clothes only confirmed that. This must have been some personal matter.
Evan Mitchell sighed and said, "I will certainly question the bystanders, but first I ask that you return with me to the office to record an oral confession. I will have someone stay here to record statements. You will be kept there until the examination is over."
If people were not stupid, they would not fight with the government and speak out of turn. If someone decided to have a big mouth, they wouldn't have a pleasant result.
"Let's go!"
When Evan Mitchell waved his hand, two officers walked up, twining rope around their hands.
David revealed a devilish grin on his face. 'Fight with me? Haha, let's see how you die now!'
As Sam saw the two officers approach with rope in hand, Sam shook his sleeves and coldly said, "You want to tie me up, but once you do, there won't be a good outcome for you."