Chapter: 657
Just then, they heard some noise coming from the entrance of the karaoke bar, and the man in a suit who had just left came barging in violently with a few dozen men.
"There! Gather them up!" the suited man yelled.
The fierce men drew out their blades and surrounded the room, their vicious gazes frightening those inside. As students, how could they ever win against knives?
"Wait!" Mike stomped forward. "I’m warning you. This place belongs to Lord Horst, who is a friend of my dad. You’re dead meat if you touch us!"
"Are you fucking threatening me right now?" With a mighty slap, the man sent Mike tumbling to the floor. "So what? I’m his fucking brother!!"
His words immediately caused an uproar.
"Lord Horst’s brother?" Everyone was aghast to hear that, especially Mike, whose face had gone as white as a sheet.
He never expected the man to have that identity. Although his father and Lord Horst knew each other, they were merely acquaintances. However, the man before them was Lord Horst’s brother, so it was clear who mattered more.
He was doomed!
"Weren’t you showing off just now? Why don’t you do it one more time?" The man in a suit planted his foot into Mike’s chest, kicking him to the floor. "How dare you meddle with what I do! You must have a death wish!"
With that, he gave Mike another two more blows. Mike gritted his teeth from the pain but couldn’t say anything.
"You bunch of stupid cunts! What makes you think you can boss me around? Get on your fucking knees. All of you! Break the legs of anyone who disobeys!" the man yelled, brandishing his blade.
"On your knees!" His lackeys spat, their blades instantly resting on the students‘ necks. Shaking in terror, the students who had never experienced something like this frantically knelt.
"Hey! Why aren’t you kneeling?" One of the lackeys spotted Dustin.
"You guys are getting this wrong. I don’t know them. I’m just here to watch the show." Dustin shrugged.
The students immediately glared at him, disgusted. He sure was a scaredy–cat.
The man in the suit glanced at Dustin but decided to ignore him, turning his attention to Mike instead. "Hey. punk! Weren’t you going to break my legs? Well, I’m giving you that chance right now. Go ahead." The man tossed his baton, which landed beside Mike’s feet.
"That was a misunderstanding." Mike smiled apologetically. "I was stupid. How about this? I’ll set up a small dinner party tomorrow at Empress Hotel as an apology."
"Fuck you!" The man slapped Mike across the face. "As if that’s enough to appease me! Who the fuck do you think I am?"
"O–of course, that’s not the only thing. I’ll also visit you with a grand present!" Mike forced a smile, looking rather pitiful.