The four n nodded with their mouths pressed tightly, not daring to make a sound.
At first, they thought Tristan Sinclair would forgive them. They imdiately wanted to thank him for his kindness and rcy. But then their sentences stopped on the tip of their tongues when they heard Tristan Sinclair’s following sentence.
"But... because you all almost hurt my wife, I can’t accept your apology. My wife was traumatized by your actions... she is scared every ti she rembers what happened in the park." Tristan said casually, but all the gangsters were speechless to hear that.
They could only vent their sarcasm in their minds while looking at Tristan Sinclair in horror.
’Traumatized? Seriously? We are the ones who should be traumatized, sir!’ One of the gangsters thought.
’What the fuck!? Boss Tristan, co on... how could you say your wife is having trauma??’
’Can you make another excuse, sir? Your wife is such a demoness... She kicked until my knee was crushed, and I couldn’t stand up straight.’
They did not believe it because they saw how fast and talented Tristan Sinclair’s wife was. She subdued them in re minutes.
The woman they t in the park is definitely not an ordinary woman but soone who has learned martial arts from birth or just graduated from a military camp.
Looking at them staring at him in horror, Tristan gradually feels in a good mood. He continues his words, "So, you guys also have to feel what it’s like to be traumatized and scared..."
All the gangsters were rendered speechless. They wanted to beg for forgiveness, but seeing the look in Tristan Sinclair’s eyes, their wish faded. It was useless; Tristan Sinclair had already decided their punishnt and fate before he arrived here.
They could only wait for what Tristan Sinclair wanted to do with them. But whatever it was, they hoped Tristan Sinclair wouldn’t take their lives.
...
Tristan glanced at Reid beside him, leaned closer, and whispered, "Beat them all again. Make sure you don’t kill them, but give them the pain they will never forget."
After giving clear instructions, Tristan moved a few steps behind to give Reid room to beat them all. He would not dirty his hands and feet on lowly people like them.
Crossing his arms before his chest, Tristan’s eyes were cold as he watched Reid kick all the gangsters until they beca even more battered.
The wounds that had not yet dried tore again, and fresh blood flowed. There were no words that could escape from their lips; only howls of pain could be heard.
Reid beat them rcilessly as if they were his punching bag. However, he didn’t aim for vital spots to endanger their lives.
After hearing their howls of pain slowly fade as if they all no longer had the energy to scream, Tristan raised his hand, signaling Reid to stop.
Then, Tristan’s eyes fixed on the leader of the gangsters. His cold gaze was enough to make the man unable to et Tristan’s eyes; he lowered his gaze and looked at Tristan’s shiny leather brown shoes.
"Return to whoever fools employ your…service. Tell them that they have ssed with the wrong, possibly deadly, enemy." Tristan’s voice turned icy, and his eyes radiated with disgust.
He continued, "You can tell them my na, but what you saw in the park and here, keep it in your mind and heart, take it to your grave. If there’s a rumor about it, I’ll assu all of you here are the ones who leaked it, and I’ll hunt you all down. You all know you can’t hide from , right?"
"Ye…Yes, s…s…sir!!" they all stuttered weakly. They were glad, but at the sa ti, they were also confused.
The gangster leader was utterly confused to hear Tristan Sinclair’s order. He didn’t expect this man to let them go, even asking to ntion his na to the person who paid them.
’Why did he do that? He is supposed to hide his identity, too, right? No one knows he has a wife...’ The gangster leader tried to find the answer. Still, when Tristan’s face turned dark again, he imdiately put aside his curiosity. He didn’t want to upset this man, so he quickly nodded.
"Yes, sir. I will do as you say. I will tell the person who pays about your na," said the gangster leader. He’s not afraid of Bradley Caville; however, he would never betray this man, Tristan Sinclair. If he betrayed Tristan Sinclair, the man would not let him stay in this country, or worse. A man as powerful as Tristan Sinclair could easily end anyone who dared to hurt him or anyone he loved.
Tristan didn’t answer but glanced at the three n in the corner. Then he looked at Reid.
"Beat them too! Even though they didn’t do anything to my wife, I heard they have an eye on her. I can’t stand soone seeing my wife with their dirty mind!"
"Yes, sir!" Reid nodded. "Is there anything else?"
Tristan stopped in his tracks before he got out of the door. He turned to look at the gangster leader and then looked at everyone in the room one by one in their eyes. His gaze was sharp and frightening, making them all seem frozen.
"If I see you guys after this, I will not be this rciful! So, rember to get out of this city imdiately!"
"Y…YES, YES... SIR!" Simultaneously, the seven gangsters shouted while lowering their heads until they touched the floor.
...
Tristan no longer looked back. He walked out of the room and saw Dylan and a few guards in black tactical uniforms standing near the room.
"Where is he?" Tristan asked Dylan as he walked down the corridor towards the elevator.
"Room 107, sir," answered one of the guards waiting with Dylan.
Tristan’s steps stopped in front of the room. Dylan entered the room first after the guard opened the door for them, and Tristan followed behind him.
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