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Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 124

Two days later, Damien, fully recovered and agile, was working down the street of the neighborhood where he used to live in. The neighbourhood where he used to stay with his grandpa. Where the room stolen by the uncle was situated.

"I have tried to speak of kindness enough, but it seems like a foreign language to y'all."

He was standing at the front of the half-standing gate of the compound.

"It's all on you, Vegas for not schooling your children right."

He sent a kick into the gate and it went flying into the air. Again.

"Who the hell was that?"

"Who the hell did that?"

Two women came out yelling. Damien didn't for once wait to hear them out. He stomped towards the room. His former room.

In his hand was a jerrycan.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking you!!!"

"It's the bad luck bringer... what does he think he is doing?"

He got to the front of the room and halted. His face had folded into a terrible frown. His eyes lacked pity and piety. He looked like he had been dining with the devil all his life.

One of the women got to him and grabbed his cloth,

"Are you deaf? Do you want to ---"

Damien shoved his hand away, hitting the woman across her face as she went crashing down.

"You! How dare you..."

The other woman yelled on top of her voice. Damien walked towards the woman who moved back as he moved closer,

"Come close and hit me. I'll offer myself up..."

The woman couldn't even say a word. Not any move. The death stare in Damien's eyes sent chills down her spines. This wasn't the Damien they used to know.

"What's that noise? What's that noise?"

Damien's uncle walked out of the room. As soon as he saw Damien,

"This bastard, what did I tell you about coming back to his place?"

As the man spoke, he walked closer to Damien.

"I think I should teach you some manners. Why are you making a scene here? I thought you were dead. You should be... like your pathetic grandpa."

"What did you just call grandpa?"

Damien's eyes were growing creepy but his uncle found it quite funny.

His uncle walked got to Damien, raising his hand to hit him like usual in the face,

"What's the deal with this retard... stop glaring at me you dumb ---"

Damien grabbed his hand and twisted it, showing no mercy until he could hear the wrist crack and a bone cut through the flesh.

"Ah... you bastard. Let go of ---"

Damien throttled the man and took him to the nearest wall. He pressed the man's back to the wall.

"I say let go of me now when I'm being nice to you... how disrespectful."

Damien knew too well to leave a little space so that the loquacious uncle could speak.

"Let go of me right now..."

The man kicked him in the balls but Damien didn't blink an eye let alone flinch or groan.

Damien sent a backhand slap across the man's face to the right,

"Never..."

To the left,

"Ever..."

Another side...

"In your..."

This time it was a heavy one which plucked two teeth from the old man's jaw.

"Pathetic and addicted life, speak disrespectfully of grandpa..."

He landed two slaps in the man's face again, watching as mucus spurted from his nose as another teeth dropped;

Damien's hands were now stronger. No matter how little he hit, it would make a great impact on the recipient. Even a finger flick could make a mound of boil in the forehead.

He dropped his uncle.

"Go pick that."

He pointed at the jerrycan.

"How dare you say that to ---"

Damien made to slap him again and the man flinched, covering his face in fear.

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