Chasen, though young, suddenly felt a wave of doubt upon hearing this.
He was concerned for Raegan and Mitchel.
But he knew he couldnât let his fear show, or the chubby boy would only torment them more.
He balled his little fists, staring defiantly at the chubby boy.
âIâm not scared of you!â
âYou⦠Iâll beat you to death!â The chubby boy made a move to charge at Chasen, but a bodyguard held him back.
The bodyguard had been keeping an eye on the chubby boy and the shorter one.
Otherwise, the chubby boy might have teamed up with the shorter one to attack Chasen earlier!
âDamn it! Just wait till my parents come out, youâre dead!â the chubby boy yelled.
He was used to hearing about the shady deeds his parents did.
His parents never concealed their wrongdoings from him, openly discussing their nefarious activities even in his presence!
They even instilled in him that with money, one could wield power and trample over any land.
The chubby boy was convinced that no matter how reckless he was, his parents would always shield him.
This was what fostered his devil-may-care attitude.
The plump womanâs husband, his face swollen and bruised from the assault, emerged and overheard his sonâs ranting, boiling with rage.
The root cause of todayâs debacle was his troublemaking son! Had it not been for the chaos his son had caused, they would not have antagonized Mitchel, the one they should have avoided.
Seeing his parents emerge, the chubby boy hurried over and asked, âDad, did you finish off that cripple?â
The chubby boy was utterly spoiled, and supremely self-centered.
He looked at his parents, all battered up, yet it seemed like he was staring at blank space, giving their injuries no mind, just worrying if his dad had given a beating to the one who ticked him off! After all, anyone who had ever crossed him had been severely beaten by his father.
Once, when a classmate accidentally stepped on the chubby boyâs shoe, the chubby boy refused the apology and retaliated by pinning that classmate down and beating the latter savagely!
Out of the blue, the classmate, pushed to the edge, hit back, and wrestled the chubby boy down instead.
âs BunnyBookery The chubby boy, who rarely exercised and was physically frail, quickly found himself outmatched.
However, the classmate didnât actually want to fight.
He was merely defending himself and stopped once he realized the chubby boy was no match.
The chubby boy immediately complained to his dad, who then had someone assault the classmate so severely after school, leaving the classmate brain-dead!
The classmateâs family wanted to protest but were hushed up with a payoff from the chubby boyâs father, leaving them no avenue for justice.
Thus, in the eyes of the chubby boy, human life held Little value.
With enough money, he believed anything could be resolved.
Upon hearing his sonâs question, the plump womanâs husband, boiling with fury, mustered all his strength and struck his son forcefully.
âSlap!â
The chubby boy was sent sprawling to the ground, wailing loudly.
This was the first time his father had ever hit him.
The plump woman screamed and hurried to her sonâs side, staring at her husband and yelling, âHave you lost your mind? Why are you hitting our son?â
âIs that what you call hitting?â The plump womanâs husband, eyes wild with fury, replied, âIâve worked my damned whole life to get where I am, and itâs all been destroyed by this disaster you brought into the world!â