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.

seen through Brandon’s plan and had begun pacing, seemingly casually, down the length of the room. He winked at Brandon, then

sly rogues like Brandon, one had to be equally wily, if not more. Besides, Casper had figured out early on that triggering Brandon’s anger

stomach. Brandon braced himself for retaliation by covering his

his knife, Casper, too, had already grabbed his broom. Casper hit Brandon mercilessly on the head multiple times as leisurely as if he was

goal. When he was almost standing next to Casper, Brandon summoned all his

from Casper’s belly, the broom came crashing down on the arm wielding the knife. Brandon instinctively reached forward with his

terrible as the squeals from a slaughterhouse. Brandon instantly dropped the knife and cradled his

How do you have so much inner energy?” Brandon stammered. He stared dazedly at Casper, a look of confusion and fright on his

were, however, mostly older folk who had spent years honing their craft to perfection. One had to be familiar with all

hidden strength that one possessed. One was far more vulnerable to an invisible danger than

perfectly still on the ground. He stepped forward and kicked

it decisively down on Brandon’s body. Ten blows followed in quick succession. Unable to withstand the force of the multiple hits, Brandon’s traumatized body collapsed onto

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

thought that was the intention,” Casper replied

Brandon

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