With a loud smack, Duncan's hand made contact with Terrence's cheek. The
force was so strong that he staggered backward, nearly tripping over hims
elf. The crimson outline of a palm blossomed on his face, clear
for all to see.
Julie, along with the rest of them, were astonished by what they saw. It
was beyond their expectation that these thugs would be so dauntless as to
assault the manager of Brooks Corporation. Were they out of their
minds?
"You–
How dare you hit me!" Terrence held his cheek in his hand, gasping in dis
belief. "Do you not know who I am? I am a managerial level in Brooks Corp
oration!"
"So what?" Without another word, Duncan gave him another hard slap. I'd p
robably be intimidated if Roderick Brooks himself were here. But a mere m
anager? Do you think I'd be afraid of you?"
"You scumbag! You're done for, I'm telling you! How dare you hit me! I'll
make you pay if it's the last thing I do!
Beside himself with rage. Terrence pulled his phone out and was about to
call for backup.
"Fuck you!" Duncan kicked Terrence to the ground and bellowed, "How dare
you act so arrogantly when death is staring you in the face? Get him, boy
s! Give him a good beating and show him who's boss! With his orders, his
henchmen came forward and rained kicks and punches down on Terrence.
"Stop it! Stop this immediately, or I'm calling the cops! Julie shouted.
These thugs were going to be in deep trouble for messing with Terrence!
"Call the cops? Yeah, you go ahead and try that, and you'll be walking ou
t of here with one arm less!" Duncan glared at her nastily. That did the
trick and shut Julie up.
"You you you're too much!" Victoria was so angry, but there was nothing s
he could do, and that added to her frustration. She was consumed by distr
ess at the sight of her prospective son–in–law being beaten up.
"This is all your fault, Rhys! If it wasn't for you, Terrence would never
have been beaten up!" As usual Florence pinned the blame on Dustin. Bull
ying people that she thought were weaker than her was what she did best.
"I'm not the one beating him up! What's this got to do with me?" Dustin w
as speechless. After all, it was Terrence who wanted to be the hero of th
e day but ended up embarrassing himself.
"Hmph! Terrence was helping you, and you're here making sarcastic comment
s. Are you even human?" Florence demanded furiously.
"Well, maybe I'm not. If you are, why don't you go ahead and save him?" D
ustin gestured in Terrence's
direction.
"You-
" Florence was rendered speechless. She would never dare to save Terrence
because she feared that she would be implicated.
"Dustin, you fight well, Hurry! Go help him out!" Dahlia's brow was lurro
wed. Terrence had meant to help them, so she could not just stand there a
nd watch him being assaulted without doing anything about it.
"Alright." Since Dahlia was the one who asked, Dustin finally got up and
gave several of the henchmen kicks that sent them flying. "You've had you
r fun, and your anger should have subsided. That's enough," he said
nonchalantly.
"You're in deep shit yourself! How dare you concem yourself with other pe
ople's business?" Duncan spat spitefully.
"Come straight at
me if there's anything you're displeased about. Do you even call yourself
a man if you bully the weak?" Dustin said calmly. Terrence, who was cowe
ring on the ground, looked insulted when he heard. Dustin calling him wea
k. He had meant to flex his muscles and show off how powerful he was, but
these thugs had no regard for his
status whatsoever! And because of that, not only did he get beaten up, Du
stin ended up walking away with the credit that was supposed to be his. T
his was humiliation unlike any other!
"Fine! I won't attack him. I'll attack you instead!" Duncan smiled viciou
sly and beckoned for his men to go forward with a wave. "Mess him up! And
go all out while you're at it! I'll bear the consequences!"
"Yes, sir!" The group of henchmen answered and charged up toward Dustin a
ll at once.
At the sight of that. Dustin composedly picked up a handful of cutleries
from the table and threw them straight
ahead. As the whooshing sound halted, everyone saw that the forks and kni
ves were half–buried in the
henchmen's thighs.