NovelEnglishNash was certainly a treat, not retaliating after his own daughter flipped out on him.
Even as Soren smiled, his contempt for Kat was flaring inside.
"Alright. I'm counting on you." Nash forced a smile and nodded at Frank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"That's them! Surround those brats right now!" Someone suddenly bellowed from the hallway just as they were about to leave.
Cid had returned, with over thirty men following them inside.
They were certainly a menacing sight as they charged in, machetes in hand.
The students’ faces fell and panic took over—they would never win against these bloodthirsty goons! "Wait!" Soren strode up imposingly nonetheless. "I'm warning you—this is Mr. Darman's turf, and my dad is friends with him. Lay a finger on us, and you'll get yourself killed!" "Shit, did you just threaten me?" Cid slapped Soren across the face right then. "So what?! I'm his brother, y'know!" The room turned silent right then, everyone save for Frank left shocked by the sudden revelation.
Soren especially froze up, his face turning pale.
He did not expect that some vulgar youth in a suit was a big shot—and Hux's brother to boot! In contrast, his father was not exactly close with Hux, and it went without saying who between his father and Cid was higher on the pecking order.
Soren had undoubtedly shot himself in the foot! "Weren't you being full of yourself just now, kid?! You even threatened to break my legs—why don't you say it again?!" Cid seized Soren by the collar, slapped him twice, and floored him, kicking him repeatedly even as he bellowed, "Meddling in my business?! You're fucking asking for it!" Through it all, Soren was clutching his head and gritting his teeth as he withstood the pain, afraid to say a word.
It was embarrassing, but surviving was more important—the only thing to do at this point was to bear with it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Bunch of suckling brats, fucking around with me. The insolence! Just see what I'm doing to you now!" Cid bellowed, brandishing a machete while shrieking, "Get down on your knees! Anyone who argues, cut off their arm!" "You heard him. Kneel!" "Kneel!" The goons around them growled menacingly, even aiming their machetes at the students’ necks.
They had certainly never been through such an ordeal and each of them were trembling as they knelt.
They were just students—they would never have the balls to fight these bloodthirsty goons.
That was when one of the goons noticed Frank standing in a corner nonchalantly and trode up to shove him. "Hey, why aren't you kneeling?!"
"Oh, you made a mistake here." Frank shrugged and smiled.I'm just here to watch.Idon't even know these brats."
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