"You dare..." Charles covered the swollen side of his face, feeling as if his teeth were about to be knocked out.
He never dread that Irving would dare to lay a hand on him in front of so many people. Just as his eyes glared viciously at Irving, preparing to curse.
Another slap ca flying.
With a dull sound, another five bloody marks appeared on Charles's other cheek. The faint traces of blood seeping out made it clear how hard the slap had been.
"Shut your mouth!" Irving looked at Charles indifferently, then said with a smile, "Your sister is pregnant. Regardless of who the father is, I'm your brother-in-law correct?"
Charles unconsciously nodded, his mind sowhat dazed from the two slaps.
"Since I'm your brother-in-law, and you don't even understand the basic level of respect. You don't even know how to knock on a door? Instead, you want to break the lock with a hamr? That's worth the first slap." Irving continued. "We've been talking for a while, you just blurted out a bunch of foul words. The second slap was also deserved, right?"
"These two slaps are to teach you a lesson. You really lack upbringing. If you go out into society like this, you'll surely suffer!" Irving's tone was reminiscent of an elder.
"You..." Charles found himself at a loss for words. He had a feeling that sothing was amiss, but couldn't articulate it. In the end, he could only suppress his anger and retorted, "Even if I was wrong, don't you think you have your own faults too? My sister is pregnant, and she can't even go to work anymore. Are you planning to offer any compensation or not?"
"Compensation?" Irving responded thoughtfully, "Hmm, you're right. Since she's pregnant, it should be my responsibility to take care of her. However..."
"However what?" Charles asked.
"The child in her belly isn't mine at all. I'm not your brother-in-law." Irving laughed.
Even Michael and his gang were left speechless by this maneuver.
Irving first went along with the assumption that he was Charles's brother-in-law, getting two free shots in, only to claim that the child wasn't his, absolving him of any responsibility or need for compensation...
Once Charles regained his senses, he was almost about to explode with anger. His swollen face, which now resembled a pig's head, turned stormy. He realized he had been played for a fool.
"You dare to ss with ?" Charles was fuming, panting heavily, he roared, "If the child isn't yours, then whose is it?"
"That's sothing you'll have to ask your sister." Irving replied, raising his hand to close the door. "If you don't believe , you can take your sister to the hospital for a paternity test. Don't co to with this matter again."
In his previous life, he had worked tirelessly for Alice, treating her like a princess. Only to find out, on his deathbed, that the child was not his. Any man couldn't accept such a betrayal...
Fortunately, fate had given him a second chance. The sa tragedy would not repeat itself!
"Wait."
Just as the door was about to close, a foot suddenly wedged itself in the gap. Looking up, it was Michael, the small leader of the Mad Dog, his cold gaze fixed on Irving. He forced the door open and sneered, "Kid, whether the child is yours or not, you can't just say whatever you want."
"Who are you?" Irving asked.
Michael glanced at Charles, who had been outplayed, and spoke up, "He's my good friend. My friend's sister is pregnant because of you, could I just ignore it? Whether the child is yours or not, it will take ti to check at the hospital. However, to prevent you from running away, you need to show the property deed of this house as collateral!"
Collateral? Even a fool wouldn't believe such a ruffian's words.
The smile on Irving's face gradually disappeared, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes, "What if I refuse?"
The mont these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly beca tense.
"Refuse?" Michael sneered and signaled the henchn behind him. The next mont, six thugs wielding baseball bats and knives quickly surrounded him.
"Kid, if you refuse to take the easy way, don't bla us for getting rough with you." Michael's eyes narrowed into a thin line. "Just a heads-up, when they start, they don't hold back. If you end up getting killed, things could get really ssy."
This was an open threat!
After slapping Charles, Irving's anger slightly subsided. However, at this mont, his anger surged again. He understood one thing: these people were like mad dogs. If he didn't teach them a harsh lesson this ti, even if he handed over the property deed as collateral, they would still co back to threaten him.
In the next mont, the six thugs, seeing that Irving showed no response, completely lost their patience. They pushed Irving and broke into his house. Michael, who was following them, prepared to close the door again.
There were surveillance caras in the corridor, and he didn't want to get into trouble.
Once inside the room, even if they killed Irving, no one would discover it. This was a common tactic of the Mad Dog. They would then dispose of the body by throwing it into the sea, everything happened without a soul knowing.
However, Irving did not stop them. Instead, a smile appeared in his heart.
He was now a powerful necromancer!
Even a single [Fireball spell] could burn these people until no remains were left.
They didn't realize that their act of closing the door was actually helping Irving. The lambs they saw as easy prey would soon transform into demons that would make them beg for rcy.
However... just as the door was about to close, the elevator bell rang.
"Irving!" All eyes were turned towards the elevator doors, which opened slowly. Out stepped a young, beautiful woman, clad in a short, white skirt and a tank top. Her hair was ticulously done up in a ponytail and her face bead with youthful vitality and a radiant smile.
"Holy crap! She's incredibly hot!" Charles' gaze lingered on the woman's legs, long and fair. He moved his gaze upward, admiring her slim waist and the ample chest barely hidden beneath her tank top, which stirred him up.
Compared to the won he had sex with, they were not even in the sa league. The beauty before him was like a princess, while those won... at best they were just maids.
Beside him, Michael was equally captivated by the young beauty but his gaze was different from Charles'.
Charles didn't pay attention to that, though, he hurriedly approached her: "Hi there, do you live here?"
He cleared his throat, thinking about the property deed that was soon to be his, then added, "We will be neighbors soon. I live here too. How about exchanging contact information, just in case you need any help in the future?"
Vicky had located Irving through GPS, only to find him being held by a group of n as she stepped out of the elevator.
Seeing the beautiful woman approaching hastily, Charles' grin broadened, thinking to himself, "I didn't realize my charm is that irresistible. She seems even more anxious than I am."
However, the next mont, Vicky brushed past him without even glancing at him.
"Irving." Vicky said cautiously as she reached the door. She glanced at Irving before turning her gaze on Michael and his group. "What do you think you're doing?"
Michael was dumbstruck. When he turned to look at Vicky again, he couldn't et her gaze. "Vicky, how co...?"
Before he could finish, Charles, with indecent images flooding his mind, followed behind them. A wave of heat surged up in his lower abdon and he was struggling to hold it back.
"Do you know each other?" Charles asked with a hint of annoyance, glaring at Irving. When he turned to look at Vicky, he involuntarily reached for the exposed waist below her tank top, "Babe, I have so private issues to deal with him...How about we go sowhere else and have a chat?"
Just as he reached out, Vicky slapped him hard across the face.
"Asshole! Get your hands off!" Vicky yelled angrily.
Charles, whose cheek was already swollen from the slap, felt a searing pain in his wounded face.
"She's got quite the temper." Charles said to Michael in a rush, "The previously agreed price is doubled. Drag this guy into the hallway and deal with him, I'll take this beauty inside and teach her a lesson.
"It's a good chance to try out the new apartnt!"
Charles knew that Michael and his group were all greedy thugs, and he couldn't wait any longer.
However, Michael's face looked unusually grim, and he kept giving him aningful glances. Even the thugs beside him seed to know sothing, as they all hung their heads in silence.
"What? You guys want a piece of the action too?" Charles chuckled, "Alright...I'll let you guys have a taste after I am done."
The next mont...
With a sudden 'thud', Michael and the six thugs he brought surprisingly fell to their knees...
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