Chapter 8: Fight

Words : 1901 Updated : Feb 19th, 2024

Marty found it amusing that they were blaming him for something that was clearly their fault. Did they think he was easy to bully just because he was handsome? What kind of logic was that? Plus, the car Marty was driving was worth over a hundred thousand—far more expensive than theirs. They should be the ones afraid, not acting so arrogant. Not wanting to waste time arguing with unreasonable people, Marty waved them over. "I don't expect you to apologize. Just come closer, let me give you a few slaps, and we'll call it even." "Looking for trouble!" The two men's eyes flashed with hostility as they charged at him. Bang!! One of them, ready to throw a punch, was kicked in the chest by Marty. The man grunted as he was sent flying ten meters away. The other froze in fear, too scared to move forward. "Stop!" A burly man got out of the Range Rover from the back seat. Smack!! Ignoring the command, Marty slapped the second man across the face, sending him crashing to the ground. The burly man was furious. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to stop! Why are you still hitting him?" Marty grinned. "Because I treated your words like empty air." This guy let his subordinates bully others, so Marty had no intention of showing any respect. "You..." The burly man's lips twitched as he said coldly, "You'll pay for this arrogance." "Friendly advice: if you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your men, it's best not to make a move," Marty said. "Arrogant!" The burly man's eyes darkened as he lunged toward Marty with lightning speed. Despite his size, the man was surprisingly agile. In a flash, he was in front of Marty, fist raised. But before he could land a punch, he froze, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Marty had extended just one finger, pressing it lightly against the man's abdomen. Instantly, the burly man felt his strength drain away, his body powerless. Pale, the man stumbled back in shock. "H-how is this possible?" "Your dantian is injured, making it hard for you to gather strength. If I press the right spot, it's easy to sap your power," Marty explained. "You can tell?" the burly man asked, stunned. Marty nodded. "I've studied medicine. I can see it in your complexion." The burly man was startled. "So... can you treat it?" "I could, but I won't," Marty replied flatly. Since this man had let his subordinates act recklessly and nearly cause a collision, Marty had no interest in helping him. The burly man seemed to realize the situation, scratching his head. "Uh... Brother, I think you misunderstood. I didn't mean to cause trouble." "My guys told me you were showing off your expensive car, and it annoyed them, so... I figured I'd teach you a lesson." "I thought you were just showing off, but now I see you're the real deal." "I'm actually a man of principles. My name's Jerry Noles. You've probably heard of me?" Marty was a bit surprised. He had indeed heard of Jerry. Jerry Noles had shares in many local entertainment venues like bars and KTVs. He was a legitimate businessman, but with a reputation similar to that of a gang boss, wielding significant influence in the area. In River Chamber City, there were three notorious figures known as the "Three Kings." Jerry ranked third. The other two, the "Emperor" and the "Overlord," were far more powerful than Jerry. "Let's just call it a day," Marty said, glancing at his phone. "I've got things to do. Come to my Hanging Gourd Medical Clinic at eight tonight, and I'll treat you with acupuncture." It was six o'clock, and Marty knew his mother would still be at the clinic. She usually took a break around seven, and he would stay until later. Jerry thanked him, promising a reward after the treatment, and left with his men. Back at the clinic, Marty had dinner with his mother before she went to rest, and he stayed behind to watch the clinic. Not long after, his phone rang. It was Eileen. "Honey, what's up?" Marty answered. "Don't call me honey!" Eileen snapped. "I just found out that the Santee family hired a thug named Dylan to cause trouble at your clinic. You need to get your mom and leave immediately!" Marty chuckled. "Didn't expect you to be so concerned about me on our first day together." "Now is not the time for jokes! Get out of the clinic with your mom right away!" Eileen insisted. "No need," Marty replied calmly. "Dylan, huh? If he shows up, I'll make sure he leaves as a dead dog." "You idiot! This isn't the time to act tough!" Eileen shouted, clearly frustrated. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," Marty reassured her. Despite Eileen's desperate attempts to get him to leave, Marty refused, causing her to hang up in frustration. "Unbelievable!" Eileen muttered, dialing another number. "Hello! Ms. Graeme? Send extra security to Hanging Gourd Medical Clinic on Prosperity Avenue immediately. Protect a man named Marty and his mother. It's urgent, so hurry!" Meanwhile, outside the clinic, a Hummer and three vans pulled up. Around twenty thugs got out of the vans, led by a scar-faced man with a tattooed neck who stepped out of the Hummer. "Looks like the Santee family works fast," Marty murmured with a smile. The thugs followed the scar-faced man into the clinic. Marty, anticipating trouble, had already ensured his mother would remain undisturbed by using acupuncture to make her sleep soundly. Calmly, Marty greeted them. "If you're here for treatment, line up and come in one by one." "Show some respect to our boss, Dylan!" one of the thugs yelled. The scar-faced man, known as Dylan, had a reputation for extortion and other criminal activities. Marty took note of the thug who had insulted him before turning to Dylan. "Did the Santee family send you?" Dylan crossed his arms. "You're Marty?" "That's right. What do you want?" Marty asked. "Go to hell!" the thug named Troy shouted again. "Keep acting tough, and we'll cripple you!" Dylan interrupted. "Let's talk. Come with me." He wanted to take Marty somewhere more private, where he could handle him without interference. "And what if I refuse to go?" Marty asked coolly. Troy grinned, stepping closer. "Refuse? Then we'll smash this place up, break your legs, and take you by force!" Marty smirked. "Fine. But if you're going to smash the place and don't have the guts to do it, you're nothing but a coward." "Still provoking us?" Troy spat, looking at Dylan. "Boss, let's stop wasting time! Let's wreck the place, break his legs, and deal with his mother too!"

Chapter 8: Fight

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