Invincible Heir

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.

that’s

revolver from his

underestimate you – or at least, I didn’t think your kept goon was at this

grin. “But even if you’re capable, do you really think

my brother! You did get one thing right,

give me

out the expletive, piqued. “I’m giving you two choices. One – set the woman down. I’ll even let you

Baron’s carefree aura pressured him was an insult to

murder Baron, he wasn’t nearly about to allow him an easy death. He wanted Baron’s conscience screaming at

– 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

had reached a boiling point. Nobody had seen him lose his composure to such a degree in

trigger, but before he could squeeze, a chill landed on

“Samba!”

Samba

and Charles didn’t expect such

hell are you doing?” Waldo demanded, his face

of killing him. And when you fail, you might just drag me along with you. But I can’t die here!” Samba’s command of the local

“You’ve gone mad!”

“How could

emanating is extremely powerful. Even my master doesn’t possess an aura of this caliber. The moment you pull that trigger,

strong he is, how the hell can someone dodge bullets?” Waldo bellowed and shook with

is beyond your understanding. Put the gun down,”

a modicum of interest. He’d taken a broken wrist without making a noise, and perceived the power of his aura before he’d even made a

blade, eh? After I kill them, I’ll give you ten million!” Sensing Samba’s determination, Waldo switched

shook his head. “You could give me ten billion and nothing would change. That’s money I can’t