Chapter 11: Big Day

Words : 2713 Updated : Dec 20th, 2023

Brisa stopped by Norston Kindergarten during her lunch break to bring her daughter some food. As she exited the school, the bright sun suddenly gave way to strong winds and a torrential downpour. Caught off guard, she was about to get drenched when an umbrella appeared over her head. Standing beside her was a tall, imposing figure. "What are you doing here?" Brisa looked up, surprised to see Fanix. "I came to see our daughter. Didn't we agree? As her father, I'll be seeing her and spending time with her every day." Fanix gazed toward the kindergarten, adjusting the umbrella to shield Brisa more, even though it left him getting soaked. "Cut the crap. You're always appearing out of nowhere." Brisa seemed uneasy with how close Fanix stood, but the storm was too fierce to move away. "I'll walk you to your car." Fanix stayed close to her, escorting Brisa to the parking lot. By the time they reached her car, he was completely drenched. As Brisa opened the car door, she noticed Fanix still standing outside, watching her. "What are you standing there for? It's pouring. Do you want to turn into a drowned rat?" Brisa leaned out, her tone a mix of concern and scolding. Despite herself, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy seeing him so soaked. "You should go. I have some important business to take care of later." Fanix held the umbrella, his eyes fixed on her. "What are you going to do?" Brisa sensed something was amiss. "Did the Dyson family ever apologize to you?" Fanix suddenly asked, his gaze sharp. "Apologize? They're such a powerful family. Why would they apologize to me? It's a wonder they haven't given me more trouble. Now, are you leaving or not?" "Hmm... Anyway, thanks for your concern. You should go now. Stay safe. I'll take a cab." Fanix stepped aside to clear the way. "Who's concerned about you? Don't flatter yourself. Whatever, stay if you want." Brisa pouted, started her car, and drove away. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she saw Fanix still watching her, his expression strange. She frowned, realizing something about him seemed off today. After Brisa left, Fanix approached a nearby car and kicked the door open. Several men inside tumbled out, unconscious, without a trace of blood. Fanix grabbed one by the collar, slapping him awake. The man, blood at the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes and froze in terror when he saw Fanix. "Please don't kill me! We're just trying to make a living." This group had been lurking around Brisa's car only moments ago, but they were caught off guard and taken down by Fanix before they could react. The man was still shaken, wondering who this guy could be. What was his connection to Brisa? He wondered if Fanix was Brisa's bodyguard. But if he was, where did Brisa hire such a skillful bodyguard? "Do you want to live or die?" Fanix asked coldly, his grip tightening. "Live, of course! Please spare me. We won't bother her again." "Then, tell me the truth. I prefer people who are honest." Fanix's grip tightened further, threatening to crush the man's throat. "I-I'm from the Dyson family. Mrs. Dyson was upset after Brisa offended her last time, so we were sent to teach her a lesson." "Just as I thought. I was planning to visit the Dyson family anyway, but it seems they came to me first. You'll lead the way, won't you?" Fanix's voice was icy, carrying a lethal intent. "Wait, you're planning to go to the Dyson residence alone?" The man was terrified and incredulous. Who was this guy to think he could walk into the Dyson residence by himself? "I'm capable enough to handle all of them. Let's go," Fanix said, closing his eyes briefly. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The man couldn't help but shudder. The rain fell harder, obscuring the streets as if weaving a water fabric. "The guests should be arriving by now. Close the doors; this weather is terrible," Thalira glanced outside and instructed her staff at the Dyson residence in Norston. "Ma'am, there seems to be another car outside. There might be more guests." A servant, shielding himself from the wind, hesitated at the door. "Really? Who would arrive so late? We're about to start dinner." Thalira squinted to see through the storm, but the rain blurred everything. The car stopped at the entrance, but no one got out. "Go check who it is. Take an umbrella," Thalira directed the reluctant servant. The servant trudged out, struggling against the wind as his umbrella disappeared. "What a fool. Get back here!" Thalira scolded, peering curiously at the car. The storm made it impossible to see anything clearly. The servant approached the car, peering inside, and let out a shocked cry. "Something's wrong, ma'am!" He dashed back inside, panicked. "It's a big day. Stop yelling! What's going on?" Thalira was impatient. "There's no one in the car! How did it get here?" "What?" Thalira's irritation turned to fear as she heard the lightning crack above her. She clutched her chest, startled. Then, she noticed a figure a few steps away. It was a man in a robe, holding an umbrella, dragging another man who was bleeding. "I-It's you?" Thalira instinctively stepped back, the scene too eerie for her liking. But she quickly regained her composure. This was her domain, after all. She had nothing to fear. "You've got some nerve showing up uninvited. Are you here to die?" Fanix gave a silent, mysterious, eerie smile in the storm's light. "I heard the Dysons were hosting an event today. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Here's a gift." With that, Fanix tossed the man he was holding. He flew over Thalira's head, crashing into the main hall. Blood splattered on Thalira's face, and she screamed, but the thunder drowned out her voice. Inside the hall, guests from across Norston—many of them influential figures—were horrified as the body crashed onto the dining table, sending them scrambling in fear. "Please. Everyone, please calm down." Carl Dyson, the eldest son of the Dyson family, quickly tried to restore order. But when he saw Thalira rush in, covered in blood, even he was stunned. "What's going on here?" "H-He did that." Thalira turned around and pointed at Fanix. Fanix walked in, his footsteps loud and clear. The wind lifted the hem of his coat, making them flutter. "Who is he? Why are you panicking? How audacious you are to cause trouble on my territory. Where are my men?" Carl didn't take Fanix seriously. He just gave him a cold look and shielded Thalira, standing before Fanix. In an instant, many bodyguards gathered around. Fanix's gaze shot through the umbrella, accompanied by the lightning that split the sky, exuding a chilling pressure. "You've forgotten me after only six years? That's unacceptable." Carl carefully observed this crazed person before him, wondering if he was truly fearless or just out of his mind. For a moment, he didn't recognize Fanix. "I don't care who you are. You have two choices: kneel and apologize, or crawl out of here." "I don't like being told what to do but appreciate sensible people. Clearly, you have too much of a superiority complex, enjoying the fruits of others' labor. Have you been at peace with yourself these past few years?" Fanix raised his head, standing tall and imposing, his aura overwhelming. Carl felt an invisible pressure, paused momentarily, and seemed to recall some familiar features, bringing back old memories. "Oh, it's you. I didn't expect you'd be released. So, are you here to cause trouble today?" "Now that you remember, the reckoning should be easier. It's perfect to send you off in today's weather." Fanix's tone was very calm but carried a frostiness. Carl found himself a bit terrified. However, with so many prominent guests watching how he handled the situation, how could he let Fanix continue making a scene? "What are you talking about? Just you? Are you here to be a joker? I'll give you one minute. I don't want to see him anymore." Carl waved his hand to signal the bodyguards before turning away. Fanix's appearance did indeed make him slightly uneasy, maybe even guilty. Years ago, Carl had participated in framing Fanix and reaped many benefits. As a result, the Dyson family had risen rapidly, achieving great success over the years. Originally, he thought this matter would fade away with Fanix, becoming a thing of the past that few would discuss. Thus, the Dyson family can rest easy and enjoy their good fortune. But unexpectedly, Fanix showed up to challenge him. Carl mused, "Well, it's a good time to crush Fanix's spirit." With the Dyson family's current influence and so many guests witnessing Fanix trespassing and causing trouble; they could easily convict Fanix, ensuring he'd be thrown back in prison, never to see the light of day again. Carl had this thought and wanted to invite the guests back to their seats. He treated this as a minor incident, having already considered a few excuses. That was when he heard heart-wrenching screams behind him. When Carl turned around in confusion, Fanix had already seated himself at a table in the hall, acting as if nothing had happened. On the ground, more than ten people were writhing in pain in the rainwater, blood slowly mixing into the water. Everything happened so swiftly that the guests were still reeling in shock. "You…" Carl's face was aghast. It was unheard of for a person to take down so many bodyguards within a few seconds. "Come here, all of the Dyson family members. We'll settle this account slowly. No rush.” Fanix, calm and collected, slowly pulled out a napkin from the table, wiped his hands, and poured himself a drink. Everyone looked at each other, their emotions conflicted. For a moment, Carl forgot what he was supposed to do next. "Damn it, why are you all still standing there? Get more people and throw him out…" Thalira suddenly screamed, trying to cover up the fear in her heart. With a swoosh and a blink of an eye, Thalira's voice abruptly stopped. Her face was full of horror, eyes wide open, as she reached up to touch her face, letting out a piercing, heart-wrenching scream. A fork was stuck in her cheek, with a few bloodstains forming the word "ugly." "Noisy women aren't beautiful." Fanix withdrew his hand, picked up the wine glass, and swirled it slightly. Then, he lifted it gently with a smile as warm as a spring breeze yet chilling to the bone. "By the way, it's a big day for your family today. I should raise a toast to you."

Chapter 11: Big Day

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