Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 61

The sight of Casper’s arrogant face made Brandon’s blood boil. Blinded by rage, Brandon slashed frenziedly through the air at the broom but was baffled to find that his knife made no mark on the broom whatsoever.

On the other hand, Brandon felt a searing pain each time the broom landed unfeelingly on his body.

It was the middle of summer, and Brandon was attired solely in a light cotton t-shirt. This afforded Brandon no protection whatsoever from the heavy blows of the broom.

Brandon seemed to have returned to a nightmarish version of his childhood. He was once again being disciplined for his disobedience, only ten times more brutally than any punishment Brandon had ever received.

“I’ll kill you!” Tormented by the pain, Brandon glowered at Casper with a murderous gleam in his eye. He rubbed his back fervently, attempting to soothe his agony, but to no avail.

Immensely humiliated, Brandon weighed his knife in his other hand. He could not fathom how this knife, which had so easily sliced the other into half, could have been defeated by a mere broom. It was even more confounding that Brandon had received such a severe beating from this lean youth.

“Don’t you think it’s time to start putting your money where your mouth is? Stop saying you’ll kill me and do it!” Casper challenged, looking at Brandon with an expression of exaggerated disdain. “Your knife is a good one. I had my eye on it, but you know what they say. Every inch counts, doesn’t it?”

“Go to hell!” Brandon bawled. His dignity was at stake and he was ready to defend it at all costs.

Brandon had learned from his earlier mistake. Instead of charging recklessly towards Casper, Brandon inched forward, biding his time to seize the best opportunity to strike.

plan and had begun pacing, seemingly casually,

wily, if not more. Besides, Casper had figured out early on that triggering Brandon’s anger was the

kill you!” Brandon repeated doggedly. His hand was already aiming the knife towards Casper’s stomach. Brandon braced himself for retaliation by covering his head with

mercilessly on the head multiple times as leisurely as if he was

it in pursuit of his ultimate goal. When he was almost standing next to Casper,

away from Casper’s belly, the broom came crashing down on the arm wielding the knife. Brandon instinctively reached forward with his left arm to block it. In that instant, there was the ear-splitting sound of bone breaking, as if a stick had

yelped in pain. It sounded as terrible as the squeals from a slaughterhouse. Brandon instantly dropped the knife and cradled his broken

He stared dazedly at Casper, a look of confusion

energy before. They were, however, mostly older folk who had spent years honing their craft to perfection. One had to be familiar with all sorts of weapons, to

a general term used to describe the hidden strength that one possessed.

asked, casting a glance at the shiny knife, now lying perfectly still on

in his hand and brought it decisively down on Brandon’s body. Ten blows followed in quick

however, refused to concede. Glaring at Casper, he choked, “Have you had enough? You’re

thought that was the

of Casper’s unrepentant face upset Brandon more than any physical injury could

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