His Way Back to Supremacy novel Chapter 5

Perseus opened the door and walked in with a dark expression.

The word "gremlin" was akin to a needle piercing his heart. When he turned to look at Vincent, he felt his heart break at the sight of the handprint on the child's cheek.

Vincent was just a 6-year-old! How could Danim have the heart to hurt him?

"Uncle Perseus? Uncle Perseus, is it really you?"

Vincent rushed into Perseus' arms when he spotted him. He was so happy that his cheeks flushed heavily.

"Yes, it's me. I'm so sorry for being late."

As Perseus caressed Vincent's bloodied cheek, he felt rage burning him alive. Strong bloodlust could be seen rolling in the depths of his eyes.

He wanted to kill. No, he needed to kill.

Otherwise, how could he ever face Ethan and Olivia, who had entrusted their child to the rest of the Caitfords?

How could he ever face Vincent, who admired him with all his heart?

Vincent shook his head while doing his best not to cry.

"Miss, please take the children out for a walk. I'd like to discuss with the others how to deal with this matter. Is that alright with you?"

Perseus led Vincent back to Elena. Elena wanted to tell Perseus to watch out, but she resorted to nodding mutely and ushering the children out of the principal's office.

"So, you're that gremlin's uncle, eh?"

Danim arrogantly crossed one leg over the other, a cigarette perched between his lips. He shot Perseus a disdainful look before smiling mockingly at him.

To him, Perseus' outfit—blue shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes—made him look like a peasant.

"Sir, you must be Vincent's guardian," Liana said stonily. "Vincent has been nothing but disobedient at school. He refuses to change his ways no matter how much we discipline him.

"He even injured Mr. Rogers' precious son by beating him up. You must compensate Mr. Rogers accordingly. After that, I want you to take Vincent away. Our kindergarten doesn't accept commoners' children, much less scum."

Since Liana had chosen to be Danim's lapdog, she played her role well by mocking Perseus on the spot.

Perseus closed the door after Elena took the children away. Then, he turned to gaze at Liana impassively.

"Do commoners' children have no right to pursue education?"

While Danim inadvertently pissed Perseus off, he was more disappointed in Liana than anything else.

"Of course! Playtime Academy is a kindergarten meant for rich children only! Poor children were never meant to be allowed into this place. I have no idea why the kindergarten accepted that gremlin as a student! How dare he hit my son!"

Danim wasted no time in hurling insults at Perseus.

But this time, Perseus didn't intend to let Danim do what he wanted. He rushed over and slapped Danim immediately.

Stunned, Danim just cradled his cheek, feeling searing pain flare from it.

He was a squad leader of the Firethrone Organization, and he had over 200 goons under his command. Of course, it boosted his reputation greatly.

To think that he, a VIP who could do whatever he wanted, got slapped by someone else!

"How… How dare you hit me!" Danim snarled out. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Which hand did you use to strike my nephew just now?"

Perseus couldn't care less about Danim's identity. There wasn't any light in his eyes at all.

Now that there weren't any children within the vicinity, he could avenge Vincent however he liked.

Danim didn't think that Perseus would do anything to him. He didn't hesitate to punch Perseus in the face.

"I hit him with my right hand! What do you—"

"Your right hand, huh? Very well!"

An eerie smile was etched on Perseus' face as he watched Danim's fist fly toward him. When the fist was two inches away from his face, he gripped Danim's wrist with one hand.

Danim's expression faltered instantly. He couldn't move his hand at all because of Perseus' iron grip.

"Then I'll be taking this hand of yours!"

That was when Perseus made his move. His left hand was still clamped on Danim's wrist, so he crushed it with his right hand.

A sudden crack echoed, marking the clean break of Danim's wrist bone.

Danim let out a blood-curdling shriek.

He sank to his knees almost immediately and started begging for mercy. "Gah! It hurts! Let me go! Please let me go, sir! I'm sorry!"

"You're sorry? It's too late for that."

A cold glint danced in Perseus' eyes as he moved to grip Danim's fingers this time. He proceeded to twist the latter's hand in three full circles.

In the end, Danim's right hand was all limp and mangled. No orthopedist in this world could ever fix the broken hand now.

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