Invincible Heir novel Chapter 41

In the end, Samba was still one tough specimen of a man. The pain of his shattered wrist drew beads of sweat from his brow, but he bore it without a peep.

Waldo’s eyes were full of disbelief. For the sake of revenge against Baron, he’d invested five whole million dollars into hiring the boxing king of Heukwok.

He could never have imagined that Samba would get his wrist broken with a single punch from Baron’s minion - before even getting to the man himself.

He’d prepared all this to have Baron’s own wife blacked in front of him. The show hadn’t even started yet – how could it end here?

Baron made his way next to Tracy and gave her a once-over. She was only unconscious. Relieved, he picked her up and began to walk away.

“Stop right there!” Waldo roared, seeing that his adversary was about to leave.

“I’ve had enough of you!” Charles turned, ready to move on Waldo as well.

“Charles!” Baron barked.

Seeing the events unfold, Waldo laughed maniacally. “At the end of the day, you’re just the piece of trash who married into a family in decline! You might have a pretty capable goon by your side there, but you’ll never change the fact that you’re small fry! I’m the son and heir to the Scott Clan. Killing you is comparable to playtime for me, and there’s nothing you can do about that!”

“Oh?” A smile gleamed on Baron’s face. “Seems you’re quite proud of your status. I wonder if you could retain that pride if I, say, destroyed the entire Scott Clan.”

“Hah! What a joke! What a joke that is! Who do you think you are, the crown prince of heaven? Even a Lewis family man would have thought twice before saying something that outrageous!” Waldo brayed with laughter as if he was on the front row in a stand-up routine.

Exasperated, Baron shook his head. “You really have no idea the hornet’s nest you’re kicking at right now. I honestly feel sorry for you.”

At that, Waldo only laughed harder.

“Do you really think that – just because you have a somewhat competent thug backing you here – that you can ‘destroy the entire Scott Clan’ just like that? I’ve investigated your background through and through. You’re just some grunt! What do you think you are, omnipotent?”

Baron didn’t bother explaining. With a strange smile, he turned to leave.

“You really think that’s all I’ve got?”

With a cold chuckle, Waldo drew a Colt revolver from his hip, levelling the muzzle directly at Baron.

“I’ll admit, I did underestimate you – or at least, I didn’t think your kept goon was at this level, more than a match even for the Heukwok boxing king I spent a fortune on.”

With a weapon in his hands, Waldo calmed himself, recovering his confident grin. “But even if you’re capable, do you really think I can’t hit you from this distance?”

Baron’s eyes twinkled. “You’re wrong. He’s not my goon. He’s my brother! You did get one thing right, though. I really do think you can’t hit me.”

“Don’t give me that shit!”

Waldo spat out the expletive, piqued. “I’m giving you two choices. One – set the woman down. I’ll even let you leave after I have Samba ravage her for a bit. Two – I shoot you dead right here!”

The way Baron’s carefree aura pressured him was an insult to a man of Waldo’s stature.

Despite his intent to murder Baron, he wasn’t nearly about to allow him an easy death. He wanted Baron’s conscience screaming at him all the way down to a living hell.

“If that’s the way you want it, I’m giving you two choices too. One – put the gun down, and I’ll walk away as if nothing happened. Two – pull that trigger, and watch with your own eyes as the Scott Clan crumbles around you.”

“Ridiculous! There’s no end to your hubris!” Waldo’s rage had reached a boiling point. Nobody had seen him lose his composure to such a degree in public before.

His index finger twitched on the trigger, but before he could squeeze, a chill landed on his neck.

“Samba!”