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âWhat⦠what do you think youâre doing!? Thereâs an officer nearby, donât mess around!â
Messiah Anderson watched as White Mitchell strolled toward him, his whole body shaking with fear. His threats now seemed feeble and powerless.
He never imagined that White Mitchell could fight so fiercely. The brushes Hans Weiden had mentioned turned out to be steel brushes.
It completely overturned his understanding.
In the face of such a powerful White Mitchell, Messiah Anderson felt like a tiny ant.
But White Mitchell ignored Messiah Andersonâs threats, his expression remained calm.
âCome the way you came, go the way you came!â White Mitchell said expressionlessly to Hans Weiden.
Upon hearing this, Hans Weidenâs face darkened, and he glared at White Mitchell, as if he wished to tear him apart.
He felt humiliated. Very humiliated!
Being defeated by White Mitchell repeatedly was a blow he had never experienced before.
He was the heir of a top-notch wealthy family, backed by the Wubu Flying Tiger Guard. He didnât expect to be repeatedly defeated by this newly released troublemaker.
Where should he, Hans Weiden, put his face?
Especially now, not only was White Mitchell present, but others were watching, too.
How utterly embarrassing!
âYou!â
Hans Weiden glared at White Mitchell, and articulated each word, âDonât celebrate too soon! I will make you regret this!!!â
âOh, do you need my help?â Instead of responding to his words, White Mitchell looked at him playfully.
Hans Weidenâs face darkened even more at hearing these words. He had no choice but to return to his original position with Messiahâs support and to kneel down again.
Seeing this, Messiah became even more anxious. He silently began to move his feet, preparing to leave this place of trouble.
But no sooner had he moved a few steps, he felt as if a pair of startling eyes were staring at him.
The feeling was as if he was a weak lamb being watched by a hungry wolf.
At that moment, Messiah felt a chilling sensation, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.
Without another thought, he immediately knelt in front of White Mitchell, a terrified look on his face.
âGood. Iâm satisfied with today. If you dare to provoke me next time, think whether your knees can hold on!â White Mitchell spoke calmly, but his words were filled with deterrence.
Hans Weidenâs anger was like a raging flood, out of control.
White Mitchell! Never let me find an opportunity! Otherwise, Iâll make you regret it!
With gritted teeth and an almost frenzied rage on his face, Hans Weiden muttered angrily.
Having handled the situation, White Mitchell then left grandly, taking the dazed Sherry Jones with him.
Only after a long while, certain that White Mitchell would not return, did Messiah help Hans Weiden up.
âMr. Weiden, Iâm sorry, that was my oversight. But donât worry, Iâll hire more experts right away. We will make that kid White Mitchell look bad!
Iâll catch him myself and bring him to you to deal with!â Messiah said urgently.
Hans Weiden looked at him, his anger still burning, âYou and your son are both useless!â
Messiahâs face faltered, but considering the backing of the Weiden Family, he didnât dare argue with Hans. He honestly took Hans Weiden to a nearby hospital.
After returning to Thaw Mall, Messiah vented his anger on Dominic Anderson.
âItâs all your fault, you rebellious son! If it werenât for you, would I have suffered this humiliation?!â Messiah lashed out and then kicked Dominic.
Dominic was wronged and confused, wondering who he had offended.
While Dominic was bitterly complaining, Messiah had his men tidy up the scene. Only then, after ensuring there would be no further problems, did he continue to wait anxiously.
But as he waited, the sun set, and Messiah remained motionless, like a statue of a woman longing for her husbandâs return.
The important person Bentley had mentioned never showed up.
Not until nearly ten that night, unable to wait any longer, Messiah made a call to Bentley.
Then Bentley told him directly that the important person had already visited.
What â¦
The important person had already come?
Who was it?
He had been watching closely all day, but hadnât seen anyone who looked important.
Could it be that the VIP was in disguise, blending into the crowd?
Messiah was taken aback. He felt at a loss.
If the VIP saw how he had treated White Mitchell, wouldnât thatâ¦
Bentleyâs tone wasnât friendly; it even seemed a bit playful. Did this mean the VIP had completely written him off? n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ah! Ahh!! AHH!!!
All this was because of that bastard White Mitchell! If it werenât for him, would he have been so out of sorts?
Everything, everything was because of White Mitchell!!!
Upon thinking this, Messiah became livid and a dark look crossed his face. He tightly clenched his fists: âWhite Mitchell! You bastard! You ruined my good plans! I wonât let you go!!!â
On the other hand, after being taken to the hospital, Hans Weiden went mad.
This time, thanks to White Mitchell, he had lost face. He had completely lost patience with White Mitchell.
Now, he didnât just want to kill White Mitchell, he wanted to make his death gruesome!
At this point, Hans Weidenâs face turned malicious. He then made a phone call, âHello, Samuel. I need the power of your Martial Department to help me with something!
Yes, itâs about that kid White Mitchell I mentioned before, he has a foster mother in River North who will return to Sayon soon. Iâll give you the detailed plan when you come.
In a word, I want you to catch his foster mother at all costs! This time, I want to leave White Mitchell with no burial place!â