Chapter 245
The thugs sprawled across the ground, their eyes brimming with fear as they looked at Henrik. They hadn’t expected this refined–looking young man to be such a powerhouse, holding his own against them for so long.
But he was just one guy, outmatched and outnumbered, struggling to keep up with their relentless assault, his strength waning.
Sharing a quick glance, the thugs spread out, attacking Henrik from all angles like cowards.
Henrik sidestepped swiftly, dodging an incoming punch, then, quick as a flash, he grabbed the attacker’s arm and twisted it with brutal force.
The sound of bones snapping filled the air as the arm bent at an unnatural angle. The man howled in agony, and Henrik kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying, just in time to glimpse another thug swinging a bat at his back.
Normally, he could’ve dodged it, but after fighting for so long, his body was on the brink. His legs felt like they were made of lead, too weak to muster any strength, his dodging slowed to a crawl.
The bat slammed into the back of his head. Pain exploded, his head throbbed as if it were splitting open, Henrik gritted his teeth, letting out a muffled groan, and fell to one knee.
Dizzy and nauseous, he shook his head, trying to stave off the sickness. Sweat mixed with blood dripped down, soaking his clothes.
His back was slightly bent, but his inherent pride was clear, refusing to bow even with his body covered in wounds.
The onlookers couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect. What a gutsy kid!
Wade, holding the bat, approached Henrik, looking down at him.
“It hurts, doesn’t it? Here’s the deal–I’ll give you a chance. Kneel and beg for mercy, and I’ll spare you and your father.”
Henrik looked up. His face was sticky with blood and sweat, utterly disheveled and vulnerable, yet there was something terrifying about
him.
“In your dreams.”
Those three words, spat out from deep within, landed with force. Wade saw the scorn and mockery in Henrik’s bloodshot eyes.
He was livid. The bat in his hand came crashing down on Henrik’s shoulder!
Henrik’s back involuntarily bent, his hands gripping his pant legs tightly, refusing to kneel despite his legs going numb!
“Henrik!” Raul, held by two thugs, was seething. “Wade, if you harm my son, the Irving family will never let you off!”
“Ha! Raul, look around. Don’t you find your words laughable?” Wade laughed triumphantly. “Your son refuses to plead, but you can. Just kneel down and kowtow three times to me and my sister, and I’ll let you go.”
Yvonne, too, looked excited, wishing Flora could be there to witness this spectacle.
“Over my dead body!” Raul roared, his voice strained, followed by violent coughing.
Wade sneered, “The Irving family, always so proud. But I’m curious how long you can last. Beat them until they beg for mercy, and don’t stop until they do!”
“Dad!” As the bat raised to strike Raul, Henrik’s expression finally changed. He could endure any amount of suffering, any beating, but Raul was different. His father’s health was already fragile, and he wouldn’t be able to take it!
The bat came down towards Raul’s shoulder. Just as it was about to hit, a tall figure leaped forward, blocking the blow with his right hand, absorbing the impact.