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Byron frowned as he watched Shawn approach the yard. “How much do they
still owe
you?”
burst out laughing and jabbed a finger at the Rolex on Byron’s wrist. “The Colon
Shawn was clearly here to pick a fight, with a gang of thugs in tow. family owes me exactly what that watch is worth.”
A muscle twitched at the corner
By
s eye. ‘So they really are just
a
bunch
Scoundrels, he thought.
Casey said urgently, “Mr. Blair, plea
don’t listen to him. I’ve already paid
everything I owed him. I don’t owe them a single penny now.”
ia asked from the side.
“Mrs. Colon, what’s really going on here?” Sylvia
Casey’s eyes reddened at the memory. “Back when I worked at Shawn’s beverage factory, he falsely accused me of stealing drinks and fined me 600 dollars.”
Sylvia shot Shawn a cold, mocking smile and looked him straight in the eye. “With her injured leg, do you really think she could’ve stolen 600 dollars‘ worth of drinks? How exactly was she supposed to pull that off?”
Shawn shot Casey a contemptuous look and sneered, “She might not be able to steal it, but her son sure can. The whole damn family’s a bunch of thieves.”
Freddy’s face instantly flushed scarlet with rage, his fists clenched tight. If his mother hadn’t kept talking him down, Freddy would’ve already rushed over and gone all out against Shawn.
His gaze fell on the cleaver beside the haystack, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
Seeing he was on the verge of losing control and about to grab the cleaver, Sylvia snapped, “Stay out of this. Help your mother back inside. Don’t make her worry.”
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The tension drained from Freddy. He bit his lip, then helped Casey into the inner room.
When Byron showed no sign of paying up, Shawn’s face darkened. He and his thugs moved in, sneering, “Aren’t you Casey’s family? She owes me money. Shouldn’t you be the ones to cover her debt?”
As he spoke, Shawn cast yet another covetous glance at the Rolex on Byron’s wrist.
Byron’s handsome features turned to stone, his expression cold and unyielding as he calmly pulled out his phone.
He disdained to deal with these lowlifes. It would only dirty his hands. With just one phone call, he could have all the local bigwigs rushing over immediately.
But before Byron could even dial the number, Shawn, impatient to wait any longer, rushed forward with his gang, attempting to snatch the Rolex right off Byron’s wrist.
Before anyone could react, Byron lashed out with a swift kick, sending the man at the front crashing to the ground. His arctic glare could freeze the blood in one’s veins, and the air around him grew so tense it was almost suffocating.
“You wanna die?” Byron snapped. His jaw clenched slightly, exuding a bone–chilling aura that sent shivers through the air.
Byron casually unbuttoned his blazer, shrugged it off, and tossed it to Sylvia. “Hold this for me, will you?”
Though reluctant, Sylvia took the jacket. “Watch yourself.”
Sylvia’s casual remark of concern sent Byron’s heart racing, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks.
He tilted his head slightly and said, “Don’t worry. For you, I won’t get hurt.”
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Sylvia was at a loss for words, instantly regretting her careless remark. ‘That arrogant man is getting carried away again, she thought.
In his tailored trousers and crisp white shirt tucked in at the waist, Byron cut a lean, athletic figure.
Byron flexed his wrist, a faint smirk playing at his lips. ‘Been a while since I’ve had to tough someone up,‘ he thought.
He was once the most notorious cold–blooded drill instructor in the military, specializing in one–hit takedowns.
With practiced ease, Byron seized the charging thug’s arm. A sharp twist, and the man’s shoulder popped out of its socket. The thug crumpled to the ground, howling in agony.
Shawn’s face twisted in rage as he roared at his men, “What the hell? A whole gang of you can’t take down one guy? Get him now.”
In the room, Casey urgently called out to Freddy, “Freddy,
Why a
are you just standing there? Go help them now.”
Freddy seemed a bit hesitant. “Let’s just stay inside,” he muttered.
He always remembered his mission. He’d taken Joanna’s money to harm Sylvia.
‘If something happened to Sylvia by someone else, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty and could still complete the mission,’ Freddy thought.
Casey leaned against the arm of the chair, furiously thumping her cane against the floor. She snapped at her son, “Freddy, what’s gotten into you? They’re here to help us, and you’re just standing there doing nothing.
“You used to be so sensible. What’s gotten into you lately? Especially Ms. Sullivan–she stayed with me at the hospital all night, and now she’s standing up to Shawn for us. After all she’s done for us, how can you be so ungrateful?”
Casey was livid. Despite her leg being in a cast, she leaned on her crutch, determined to go outside.
“Mom, stay inside. I’m going.” Seeing his mother determined to go outside, Freddy finally sprang into action. He quickly helped her sit back on the chair, then, gritting his teeth, rushed out.
Rushing into the yard, Freddy saw a man winding up to punch Sylvia.
Without a second thought, Freddy charged forward, grabbed the man by the waist, and slammed him hard against the courtyard wall.
Freddy slammed the man’s head against the wall, knocking him out cold on the spot.
Sylvia instinctively looked up, a faint smile tugging at her lips. ‘Looks like Freddy still has a conscience,‘ she thought. ‘Guess helping him wasn’t a waste
after all.‘
Frustrated that his whole gang still couldn’t take Byron down, Shawn let out a roar and threw himself into the fight, charging straight at Byron.
He rushed in, but just as quickly, Byron’s swift kick sent him sprawling.
Byron’s handsome features were etched with disdain as he casually glanced down at Shawn sprawled on the ground.
“You’re dead meat, punk.” Shawn snarled from the ground, his voice trembling with false bravado as he tried to psych himself up.
to lay b
“Shawn, who the hell gave you the audacity to lay hands on our Mr. Blair?” Just then, a swarm of men in sharp suits and local police stormed in, led by the county’s top brass.
This terrified Shawn. He scrambled to his feet in panic, bowing and scraping to the bigwigs, then instinctively blurted out, “Mr. Blair? Wh–which one is Mr. Blair?”
One of the middle–aged men abruptly pointed at Byron, then delivered a stinging slap across Shawn’s face. In a harsh voice, he barked, “Open your eyes and take a good look at who this man is.”
Instinctively, Shawn looked at Byron again. There was an odd sense of familiarity about him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Mr. Blair?”
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Byron’s features came into sharp focus before Shawn’s eyes. His mind reeled, body trembling uncontrollably as his eyes widened in disbelief.
The man standing before him slowly merged in his mind with the powerful figure, the Tyrant whom he’d seen so many times on TV.
‘Could this man really be Byron, the one they call the Tyrant?‘ he wondered, ‘Did I really just lay hands on him? On the Tyrant?‘
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