Chapter 512
Dillon was a hero who died for his country, but someone stole the money that
rightfully belonged to his family and caused them so much pain as well!
Life is so unfair!
Emmanuel’s blood was boiling. He was itching to unearth those who did this!
And then, I’ll kill them all!
Just then, a cocky voice began hollering from the top of the lane.
“Pay up your protection fees! Hurry up!”
“What? You don’t have enough? Again? Are you trying to test me? I’ll break
your leg!”
Emmanuel heard the ruckus and turned around. His aura became even more
murderous.
The local hooligans were openly collecting protection fees from the people
living on Eastern Star Mountain, and those who couldn’t pay up were
physically assaulted. He didn’t think such things still happened in this day and
age..
He could no longer keep a lid on his rage anymore. To think that Blockhead’s
parents have been living in such dire straits all this time!
“Please, sir. Could you please go easy on us?”
A middle–aged couple in the house opposite the Hedge family’s place heard
the voices and came out to plead with them.
However, after another round of brutish threats, they meekly paid up anyway.
When the neighboring middle–aged couple saw the local hooligans heading
toward the Hedge family’s house, they pleaded on their behalf, “Can’t you
have a little compassion? Frank and his wife don’t even have money for food!
Take pity on them!”
A glimmer of gratitude emerged in Martha’s sorrowful eyes when she saw
that her neighbors still dared to plead with the hooligans on their behalf.
Unfortunately, the local hooligans had no such thing as compassion. They
kicked the middle–aged couple away.
“F*ck off!”
Then, they kicked the Hedge family’s door down and it fell directly on the
rotting vegetables that the couple just washed.
“Ahh! The vegetables!”
Frank’s heart ached. He had gone to great lengths to gather them, and
without them, the couple would have to go hungry.
“Hahaha. What makes you think you can eat anything if you don’t pay the
protection fee, huh? In your dreams!”
The local hooligans ignored Emmanuel and Eve as they hollered at Frank and
Martha.
“Please… we don’t have any money! There’s not a single scrap of money left!”
Frank was in despair.
“No money, huh? Well since you don’t have any money, you might as well
die!”
The curly–haired leader of the hooligans grabbed Frank by the collar and
raised his fist..
The middle–aged couple watched from afar, but they couldn’t be of any help.
They were certain that Frank and Martha wouldn’t be living past this day.
However, the punch didn’t land on Frank’s body.
An expressionless Emmanuel had caught the curly–haired man’s wrist.
Even though the curly–haired man tried to yank his hand away as hard as he
could, it didn’t budge at all.
He’s so strong!
The curly–haired man was shocked at first, but he started threatening at the
top of his lungs, “Who are you, punk? How dare you lay your hand on me?
Don’t you know who I am?”
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