"Yes, Ethan!" Dylan understood exactly what Ethan meant. As he stepped closer, a glimmer of joy appeared in his eyes. He looked forward to these activities. He had a little practice from the time he left Eagle Squadron.
Seth's expression hardened. He clearly gave Ethan two options, so why was Ethan forcing him to choose? What is the matter?
Dylan, who was standing two meters away, ran toward him and came to a halt in front of him before Seth could react. Dylan immediately raised his leg and kicked Seth in the face and ear. That was a double-searing pain!
Seth felt a hard knock on his head, which quickly became numb. He spewed a mouthful of blood in midair when he was kicked. He got to see a lot of stars on top of his head.
If this scene could be captured on camera and repeated in slow motion, the alterations in Seth's facial muscles after being kicked would be visible. The trajectory of his fangs and the blood splattering would also be artistic. This is a capture moment that can be repeatedly shown to the public for giving them a good show.
Unfortunately, this scenario occurred too suddenly, and no one could record it in time. Everyone noticed a blur in front of their eyes, and the next thing they knew, Seth's towering and influential figure was flying through the air and colliding with a massive tree trunk approximately five meters away. He then came to a halt and rolled down, landing on the ground, and vomited mouthfuls of blood.
The scene appeared scary! Nobody expected the outcome. Everything was too sudden.
Everyone was stunned!
The folks who were inciting Seth to beat up Ethan felt a shiver pass through their body and broke out in cold sweat. Suddenly, they wanted to hide to whatever things they can use to hide.
Dylan slowly approached Seth, horrifying him because Dylan was like a devil to him. He had never felt terrified in his life, apart from today.
He didn't expect Ethan's underling to have the courage to hit him, the Clay scion. Moreover, his move was alarming! His movement was precise and accurate and solid knock down.
Seth felt like half of his head was buzzing, and he was in such pain that he couldn't close his jaws. Blood and saliva dripped down the side of his mouth, and he felt as if all of his bones had fractured. He couldn't even stand up because the agony was so intense. He felt dizzy all over.
Dylan had already shown him a lot of mercy. Otherwise, he would have kicked Seth's head into mush.
Dylan moved over to Seth and squatted down, wearing a weird smirk.
"Ethan asked me to tell you that you could either bow down, kowtow and slap yourself, or have both your legs broken. Have you decided which one you will choose?"
Only then did the surrounding spectators realize that Seth was offered the same two options as Ethan!
Seth's head and face were covered in blood and freezing sweat, and he was rightfully angry! Ethan should have been the one to decide between these two possibilities. Why did he need to do it? What a crazy bunch of guys.
Seth clenched his teeth and added angrily, "I am a Clay, and my father is the chairman of the Clay Corporation, which collaborates with the Carrolls. If you dare to lay a finger on me, the Clays will not let you go! If you're smart enough, hurry... Ah!!!"
Dylan stood up and stepped on Seth's ankle before he could complete his sentence. "It appears that you prefer to have both of your legs shattered, huh? I will fulfill your wish right now."
Dylan then put some weight on his leg as if about to stomp on Seth's ankle.
"Ah! Stop! No, no, no! No!" Seth immediately screamed as if he were a pig being butchered. His face was covered in snot and tears, and he no longer looked like the attractive scion of a wealthy family. His figure was disheveled.
Dylan puckered his lips in disdain. "Didn't you seem arrogant just now? You can only choose one of the two alternatives.
You've got ten seconds. Otherwise, I'll assume you've selected the second option and step on your legs!"
Seth's heart began thumping quickly.
The first choice was to kneel, kowtow to Ethan, and slap himself. It was incredibly humiliating, and Seth Clay could not bring himself to do it!
The second alternative was to have both of his legs broken. Given the strength of the terrible young man in front of him, stepping on his legs would undoubtedly break them, and they would never fully heal. He'd have to live the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Seth rejected both possibilities! He believed Ethan was too vicious!
However, he forgot that he had initially been recommended both alternatives!
He did not want to be humiliated or have his legs broken. However, the people he had abused did not deserve such treatment either.
Someone close tried to lessen the tension. "Oh, forget it. Be forgiving. Mr. Clay has already been kicked and badly hurt. Why don't you let him go? He is just spouting nonsense and just joking around."
"That's correct! After all, the Clays are one big family. If you force Mr. Clay and cause some dreadful consequences, the Clays will not let you off. So what's the point? Let go, man!"
"Exactly. Mr. Clay was only making a casual comment. He didn't do anything to you, but you beat him up horribly. Isn't that not enough?"
"That's enough! Why are you so calculating?"
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Faced with these people who were biased against Seth, Ethan maintained a straight expression while Dylan spat saliva and stared at them scornfully. He wanted to beat them also.
"Hah, you guys are pretty interesting. Why didn't anyone speak up for what was right and tell Seth Clay not to use it against us when he made those threats just now? Besides, he was the one started all of this. We were just supposedly entering the party. Are you all blind and mute? Some of you were still fanning the flame at that moment. I should have seen what you did. I recall every one of your faces!"
"You'd better keep an eye out at night from now on!"
Dylan gave them all a chilly look. Everyone who noticed his gaze had a shiver run down their spines, and they didn't dare to look Dylan in the eyes. Those feeding the fires, in particular, wished they could hide as they took a few steps back, fearful Dylan would settle their differences with them. They saw how powerful Dylan's kick.
He had severely kicked the Clay scion. They would undoubtedly experience a same horrible fate if he dealt with them! They should have shut their mouth.
Dylan turned to face Seth, noticing they no longer dared to talk. "Hey, have you chosen yet?"