Rory spoke and glanced around at his men, who immediately understood and gathered around Stella.
âWell, since youâre sincere enough to atone for your younger brotherâs mistake, Iâll grant you the opportunity...â
Rory smiled mockingly with sheer arrogance on his youthful face. âI donât need you to pay for any medical bills. I donât need that kind of money ... How about you stay with me for one night and Iâll let this slide.â
âNo way,â Stella rejected him outright and frowned in disgust.â Thatâs impossible.â
âThatâs not up to you...â Rory suddenly approached her with an evil look on his face. âYouâre worth more than a medical bill.â
Stella glared at him sharply and put her hand on the bottle behind her, about to fight them.
Rory, however, noticed her tenseness and spat impatiently,â These are all my men. If you donât want to suffer, you better behave. I donât want to hurt a beautiful girl like you...â
He eagerly went up, only to let out an abrupt scream.
âAaaa!â
Before he could react, he was already kneeling on one knee, his face distorted in anguish.
Weston solemnly stood behind him and restrained him with one hand on his head. He held him to the ground, and with a stone cold glare, said, âI see you do need a little compensation for your medical bill.â With his tone heavy and murderous, an air of ruthlessness surrounded him.
Rory did not know where he had come from. He did not recognize him. He struggled to get up, roaring, âWho the f*ck are you! Let go of me!â
Weston released his hand and waited until Rory stumbled to his feet. Then, he stomped on him.
âScum,â he cursed coldly.
Weston increased the force and rubbed Roryâs face hard against the ground. Rory screamed out in pain.
âGaaaârgh!!! Owwww!â
He instinctively looked at Stella with a face distorted in agony.
However, Stella was staring at Weston, a trace of surprise flashing across her eyes. The group of men, intimated by his powerful aura, were afraid to step forward.
âWhy is there another guy?â
âI donât know... Heâs stepping on Rory. Should we help him?â
âYou should go...â
âNo, you...â
Still in his usual lowâprofile black suit, Weston reached up and tugged at his tie before casually putting his priceless wristwatch aside. He was still stepping on Roryâs head with his highâquality handmade leather shoe.
He glanced over the men in the bar. âYou can come at me once.â
His tone was contemptuous. It seemed like a different side of him.
Stella stepped forward to stop him. She said with a frown,â Weston, calm down!â
Roryâs men were all here. How could he beat all of them? He might be good, but he certainly couldnât fight a crowd.
Weston raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, the fury in his eyes still present. However, the moment their gazes met, the flames diminished a little.
âYou have to let me vent my anger, or Iâll torment you tonight, hm?â As he spoke, he suddenly curled his lips into a wicked smile.
His cold smile was chillingly murderous. This group of men had pissed him off, and he probably wouldnât let it slide without doing anything.
Stella had rarely seen such a wicked side of his. To her, he was always arrogant, aloof, and distant.
She never thought he could be this angry and irrational.