Chapter 381:
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âWho the hell just did that?!â he roared, trying to recover, but still too disoriented to see straight.
In a fit of rage, he shouted, âGet out here!â
Some of the other racers spat on the ground in disgust, watching the scene unfold.
They thought he deserved it for running his mouth, especially for speaking ill of someoneâs mother behind their back. It was satisfying that a mysterious stranger had stepped in to give him a dose of his own medicine. Though most of them raced for money, they held little respect for men like him.
A voice rose from the crowd, cool and clear. âYou must think pretty highly of yourself, talking trash about someoneâs mother, especially one whoâs deceased, as if your own mother doesnât exist.â
Allison let her hand fall to her side, giving the man a calm yet piercing look. âDo I need to give you a lesson in respect?â
She wasnât one to interfere in other peopleâs problems, but the man had gone too far. He had dragged Kellanâs late mother into his vulgar rant, even going as far as spreading fake rumors about her.
Rumors had the power to ruin lives, and Allison couldnât stand by while a womanâespecially one connected to her own motherâwas slandered like that.
The bald man, humiliated and livid, turned beet-red with anger.
âWho do you think you are, acting all righteous? Iâll teach you a lesson⦠Ow, ow, ow!â
Before he could finish, his arm was twisted behind his back, forcing him to his knees with a heavy thud. The cracking sound of his bones echoed in the air.
âPlease⦠Iâm sorry! Let me go! I wonât do it again!â
The bully, tough in appearance, now sounded desperate. Like most cowards, he was only brave when dealing with those weaker than him. But in the face of real strength, he was reduced to begging.
Sweat drenched his brow as he realized how close he was to having his arm completely dislocated.
The searing pain clouded his vision, and he knew that if his arm snapped, heâd likely pass out.
Allison spoke evenly, without emotion. âApologize for the lies you spread.â
The bald man, never one to show humility, found himself cornered. Apologizing was something heâd never done before.
But the threat was real, and the excruciating pain in his arm made him afraid for his life.
He trembled in genuine fear, the sensation of danger flooding over him.
Though he couldnât see Allisonâs face behind him, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if she were death itself. Tears welled in his eyes as he stammered, âIâm sorry⦠I was wrong. I shouldnât have said those things⦠Ah!â
With a sharp kick, he was sent sprawling face-first into the dirt.
âGet lost.â
Hearing this, the bald man scrambled away as fast as he could.
Without a second thought, he scrambled to his feet and bolted, thankful that he had worn a mask and disguised his voice. If anyone had recognized him, his reputation wouldâve been ruined.
Not a single person in the crowd moved to help him. Instead, they felt pleased to see him beaten.
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