Chapter 7: Take Him Out for Me!

Words : 1966 Updated : Aug 7th, 2025

Evan Gates spoke calmly, but there was no mistaking the authority in his voice. "No, you earned this. What you do with it is up to you." Nathan Foster didn't care what Evan or anyone else thought. To him, Evan and Winnie were both his kids, and he wasn't about to play favorites. Suddenly, someone piped up, "Hey Nathan, doesn't your big brother own a share of this house?" Nathan's face dropped the second he heard that. Back when nobody was talking about tearing the place down, no one wanted it. Now that there's talk of demolition, everyone wants a piece. Jane kept quiet, looking worried. It was clear this demolition business wasn't going to be simple. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot-hasn't Aldo already made a scene over this a couple times?" "It's not just Aldo-Patrick's stirred up trouble too. Looks like fighting over the demolition payout is going to get ugly." "Now there's another person in the mix. How are they supposed to work out the deal now?" "This guy's just like his relatives, probably trying to mess up the whole demolition deal!" As Evan listened to everyone talking, his face showed a hint of anger. Everyone figured he was just like the rest of the Foster family, there to get his cut. Nathan and Jane grew more and more uncomfortable. Suddenly, the usually mild-mannered Nathan snapped, "Enough! This is our family business-stay out of it!" Instantly, the place went dead quiet. Just then, there was a loud bang at the door. "Who the hell is this bastard trying to take the Foster family's property?" The voice was loud and hostile-trouble was coming. A group of guys kicked the door open and strutted in. Leading them was a middle-aged guy with a big beer belly and a face full of flab. His eyes were sharp, and he looked mean as hell. A few guys behind him were holding iron rods, looking just like a bunch of thugs. Before even stepping inside, the greasy guy pointed at Nathan and barked, "Old man! You're really gonna hand the demolition money to this nobody?" Evan shot the fat guy a cold glare. He'd never even raised his voice to his parents before. Just as he was about to step in, a blond lackey jumped out. "You little punk, where'd you come from? Get lost!" The greasy guy's sidekick pointed his iron rod at Evan, acting all tough. Evan sneered, his eyes turning ice-cold. "It's been a while since anyone's dared point at me." The lackey shivered a little, but tried to play tough. "And what if I do? Huh?" He rolled up his sleeves on purpose, showing off a mess of tattoos that made the neighbors stare. Evan couldn't be bothered with a lowlife like that. With a quick move, Evan sent the lackey flying several yards out the door. The gate creaked from the sudden rush of air. The unexpected turn of events left the crowd in stunned silence. Evan, the one who started it all, calmly adjusted his sleeves like nothing had happened. After a moment, his cold voice snapped everyone back to reality. "Anyone who points at me ends up like that." The last guy who'd dared point at him was long forgotten, buried under a mound of dirt. Evan's sharp gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on the middle-aged guy. Under that intense stare, the guy's legs shook uncontrollably. But he refused to back down. "Damn it, how dare you touch a member of the Hepham Chamber of Commerce? Take him out for me!" With a wave, his lackeys charged in, rods raised. Evan stepped forward, crashing into two of them and sending them flying. He grabbed two heads and knocked them together, dropping them both cold. The greasy guy shuddered at the sight and warned Evan timidly, "I'm a member of the Hepham Chamber of Commerce. Cross me, and you'll regret it!" Bringing up the Hepham Chamber of Commerce seemed to boost the middle-aged guy's confidence. The neighbors, hearing the name, didn't dare make a move, scared of offending someone powerful. The Hepham Chamber of Commerce was backed by the Yondor Chamber of Commerce, set up by the Wilkinson family, one of the top eight families. Even though it was called a chamber of commerce, it recruited martial arts pros to deal with anyone who didn't know their place. This area was under the Wilkinson family's influence, and everyone around here knew it. Regular folks had never seen anything like this and could only whisper to each other. "Messing with the Hepham Chamber, this guy is done for." "Not just him, the whole Foster family is in trouble now." "Looks like he's not getting out of here alive." Nathan's face was grim. Now he realized these guys came prepared, and it hurt to see his brother bullying the weak like this. "Patrick, if you dare touch my son, you'll have to go through me first!" Nathan, usually gentle and kind, almost never showed this side, so people often thought he was a pushover. Evan was moved. He remembered the few times Nathan had stood up for him, even taking on the school principal for his sake. Thinking about it warmed Evan's heart. From now on, he'd protect them from whatever storms came. Right then, Patrick grabbed an iron rod from a sidekick and swung it at Nathan's head. Evan stepped in at the last second and shielded his dad. The rod slammed into Evan's forearm, but what would have broken an ordinary person's bones barely fazed him. Evan grabbed the rod with one hand and Patrick's neck with the other, lifting him right off the ground. Nearly two hundred pounds, and Patrick was dangling like a baby chick. His face went from red to white, eyes rolling back, breath fading. Catching a glimpse of Nathan's anxious face, Evan let go, and Patrick hit the ground with a heavy thud. Jane dropped a kitchen knife with a loud clang, shocked. The whole scene had happened so fast that Nathan and Jane were left in complete shock. They couldn't believe their son had become so tough. What kind of hardships had he gone through to end up this way? "Evan, what have you been through all these years?" Jane held him, her eyes full of worry. "Don't worry, I just joined the army and trained for a few years," Evan said softly, patting her hand. "Are you really okay?" Jane still wasn't convinced. "Really, I'm fine. Just step back so you don't get hurt." Jane got the message and pulled the equally stunned Nathan back. The crowd, now intimidated, just trembled, not daring to move. Patrick, sprawled on the floor, was weak with relief after his close brush with death. The terrifying feeling still lingered, but his heart was full of hatred. He couldn't believe an adopted orphan had the nerve to handle him like that. His eyes, squeezed into slits by his chubby face, gleamed with venom. "You bastard, just wait. You'll regret ever laying a hand on me!" "Get him! Attack!" The lackeys around Evan hesitated, their iron rods shaking in their hands. They tried to look tough, but their fear showed. "What are you waiting for? Get him and take him out!" Patrick shouted, his voice dripping with malice. But the lackeys, trying to act tough, were quickly kicked aside by Evan.

Chapter 7: Take Him Out for Me!

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