Chapter 3

“How dare you beat Sam?”

Sam’s wails drew the attention of all the hooligans, and they all turned to glower at Haylan.

Sam grabbed his broken wrist, his face contorting with pain, and yelled frantically, “Boys! Go on.. Chop him up!”

He was infuriated.

He had been a bully in this neighborhood for years, and no one had ever had the balls to hit him.

All he wanted at that moment was to kill Haylan.

Hearing his words, those hooligans shouted and threw themselves at Haylan.

“You’re dead!”

Haylan kicked Sam away, picked up the steel pipe on the ground, and dashed out.

He agilely moved among the hooligans and struck hard and fast.

Before long, bones were broken, and blood was drawn. All those hooligans were knocked off their feet and wailing on the ground.

Haylan ended where he had started without a scratch.

“W-What the hell?”

Looking at his men on the ground, Sam staggered to his feet, and his mouth hung open with shock.

Charlie and Felicia were astonished too.

So were the others gathering around the bungalow.

No one had expected the man coming out of nowhere to turn the tide so effortlessly.

“You’re their head, right?”

Haylan whipped his head around and examined Sam with penetrating eyes.

Sam looked aghast and intended to beat it.

“You can’t leave so soon.”

Haylan’s face sank. He took a stride forward and kicked Sam on the ground.

Sam was so scared but tried to look collected when he said, “I’m warning you. I work for Harper of the Quinern Group. You…”

Slap!

Haylan slapped him on the face and cut him short.

Sam asked in a daze.

I’m going to hit you

of Sam’s head, his

rivulets from Sam’s seven orifices and down his face. He lay on the ground motionlessly like

the hair of everyone at

did was brutal.

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Sam far away and snapped,

of sight within seconds like a bunch of

to face Charlie and Felicia

and shook uncontrollably,

years since Haylan left, and he’d returned a completely different man. Charlie and Felicia could barely recognize their son.

Mom, I’m Haylan,” Haylan said.

“Haylan? My son…”

on Felicia like a

while, then tears poured down her cheeks. She ran to him and threw her arms around him, weeping.

“Mom.”

around his mother, and his eyes turned

looked at them with eyes swimming

let go of his mother and said

his father’s grey hair, Haylan felt so contrite.

past eight years. He must have gone through lots of hardships.

gave Haylan a hard smack across the face. “You stupid boy,

worried your mom has been all these eight

we didn’t get a single word from you. You didn’t even bother to make a call. Your mom

on your

trembled violently in rage.

died. The bitter memories of living in fear and worry made

Haylan sank to his

your sorry!” Charlie was beside himself with anger and raised

don’t you dare beat my son!”

and pushed Charlie away. Gathering

scowled at Charlie.

and he dropped

she opened her mouth, all she could get out

tightened when she looked at Haylan.

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were all frayed, and she thought the past eight years must have been hard for

tightened her arms around him and couldn’t

bent down beside her and

suddenly struck him, and he said in haste,

and vengeful guy. He lives

late to escape!”

Haylan could respond, a frigid voice

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