Chapter 9: Slap In The Face

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In Myra's eyes, Allan was a coward. His woman was being humiliated, yet he didn't do anything. "I heard you're tied up at the Everett family's door like a guard dog." "Seems losing a brother brings stability, huh?" Myra's eyes brimmed with mockery, her disdain evident. She was envious of Daniella, whose brother was a renowned war hero. Daniella used to be the most popular girl in school, adored by male classmates. But now, her brother was gone, the Shaw family had fallen, and Daniella wasn't the beauty she used to be. Myra couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. "So, she's the Daniella who got jilted by the Everett family. No wonder she wears a mask!" "The Everett family was ruthless. They called off the engagement and even messed up her face." "What can you do? Haven't you heard they've hitched up with the Hayward family? They're loaded and powerful. They can do whatever they want!" People around kept whispering nonstop. The whispers made Daniella's face turn even paler. Her fingers clutched her clothes tightly, lips trembling, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. There was endless sadness in Daniella's eyes, but she forced back her tears. After five years of abuse, she was used to it. "What, about to cry? Did I say anything that wasn't true? You think you're still the Daniella Shaw from before? You're nothing but a bitch now. Maybe it was your fault your brother died, you..." Myra's words were like needles, stabbing right into Daniella's heart. "You..." Daniella's frail body trembled violently. Suddenly, Allan dashed forward and slapped Myra hard across the face. Smack! Teeth flew from Myra's mouth, and blood spurted as she was thrown back, crashing to the floor. "Who the hell are you to talk about Daniella, you bitch? You think I'm letting you off easy?" Allan's eyes were fierce. If his seven mentors were present, they'd know Allan had murderous intent. In Prison Zero, there were countless villains. Allan's combat training involved battling these desperadoes. For him, killing someone was as easy as drinking a glass of water. "Aaaaah!" Myra shrieked, and blood spurted from her mouth like a fountain. "Honey, he hit me!" Myra wailed in pain. "You punk, you dare touch my woman? Do you know who I am?" The greasy guy's face twisted with rage, his belly jiggling. "I don't care who you are. Insult Daniella, and there will be consequences!" Allan's gaze was icy, making the greasy guy shudder like a monster was staring him down. The commotion caught everyone's attention in the Holy Pharmaceutical lobby. Silence fell over the crowd. "Who the hell is this guy?" "He dared cause trouble and hit someone in Holy Pharmaceutical?" "Holy Pharmaceutical has deep connections. Causing trouble here won't go unanswered!" Everyone stared at Allan in shock, astonished by his audacity. "Somebody caused trouble here before and got their legs broken on the spot." Would history repeat itself? "You little punk, you dare hit my woman? You're asking for death! Sleeping with this ugly freak was charity, not pleasure!" "Get on your knees and apologize, or I'll show you violence!" The greasy guy waved dismissively, shouting. He was built like a bear, big, fat, and knew some wrestling and boxing. As he cracked his knuckles, they popped ominously. To him, Allan looked like a skinny kid he could toss aside with one punch. Allan approached the greasy guy, face impassive. "You bastard, die!" The greasy guy's eyes flashed as he threw a punch straight at Allan's face. "Get ready to feel the pain from my Iron Fist, punk!" The greasy guy's grin widened maniacally, a madman eager to tear Allan apart. The onlookers watched, some covering their eyes. Allan extended his hand, catching the greasy guy's fist. "Still want to fight? Ignorant fool!" The greasy guy sneered, confident he could break Allan's arm. But then, his expression changed. Allan's grip was like superglue. With sudden strength, Allan picked the guy up and swung him like a carnival ride. "What!" The greasy guy cried out, soaring in an arc. Allan released his grip. Bang! A dull thud echoed as the greasy guy crashed into a tempered glass table, shattering it. He felt like he'd just been hit by a truck, blood spurting, ribs snapping, his face ashen. The lobby was silent, and everyone stared at Allan in shock. "Wow, that skill is intense!" "This dude must be some kind of pro fighter!" "Murder... Murder!" The female staff screamed. The greasy guy, at least two hundred pounds, had been tossed like a rag doll. No one had seen Allan move. His actions were completed in an instant. Allan stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had done something trivial. Myra's eyes widened in disbelief. Smack, smack, smack! Allan calmly approached the greasy guy, looking down at him. "You little punk, what do you think you're doing?! I'm Peter Warner, GM of Oburn Construction Group! Who the hell are you?" "If you lay a finger on me, I swear, nobody in Junbert will be able to save you!" Peter screamed in terror, his injuries causing him to grimace. "Honey, are you okay? Daniella, tell your man to stop, or you'll spend the rest of your life behind bars!" Myra shrieked, the situation slipping out of control. Daniella glanced at Allan, worried he'd get into even more trouble because of her. "Don't worry." Allan smiled faintly. He turned to Peter. "What are you doing? I... I give up, okay?" Peter shouted in panic, intimidated by Allan's presence. "Here's your chance. Call for help, as many as you can." Allan stepped on Peter's fat face. "What?" Peter was stunned. Call for help? If he did, this punk was as good as dead. As the GM of Oburn Construction Group, he had numerous thugs and bodyguards. The construction industry was no stranger to violence. So why was this punk inviting his death? "Didn't you understand me?" Allan's eyebrow arched. "Okay, okay, I'll call right now!" Peter shakily pulled out his phone, dialing. "Daniella, your boyfriend is about to be finished! He's going to die horribly!" Myra spat blood, her voice garbled. "A simple apology could have sufficed, but now you've hurt us and dared us to call for help? You have no clue how powerful Oburn Construction Group is!" "Mind your own business!" Daniella shot back coldly. However, her eyes showed her true feelings. She was worried "Now you're scared? Too late!" Myra seethed. Since hooking up with Peter, she hadn't faced such humiliation. Once the bodyguards showed up, she'd ensure this couple paid for it. "What's going on here? Who's causing trouble in my Holy Pharmaceutical?" A sharp-looking young guy in a black Armani coat and gold-rimmed glasses strolled over with a smile, breaking the tension. Behind him, an elderly man in a casual suit followed, his steps steady and full of authority.

Chapter 9: Slap In The Face

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