"Hello, Gla, I have a matter that I would like to ask for your assistance with. Would you be willing to help?" Niko Haimes asked directly as soon as the call connected.

"What kind of relationship do we have? Just tell me what you need, as long as it is within my power, I will not refuse to help you," a hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, indicating that it was a middle-aged person speaking.

"Mr. Haimes, I forgot to tell you, my wife is about to give birth in the next few days, and I am currently out of town. I may not be able to help you," the person on the other end of the phone said before hanging up abruptly.

"Hello...hello." The phone call was cut off, and Niko Haimes was so angry that he almost dropped the phone. "Your damn child, didn't your wife give birth to a son just last month? Why is she giving birth again?"

"Hehe, Uncle, I told you, it's useless to ask them for help," Bidegla said calmly, seeing the frustrated expression on Niko Haimes's face.

"I will ask someone else," Niko Haimes said, dialing another number.

"Mr. Waller, I have a matter that I would like to ask for your help with. Do you have any time?"

"Oh, well, you see, my sister's family got into a conflict with the son of a local official, and I was hoping you could help put some pressure on the official...," Niko Haimes was cut off as he suddenly moved the phone away from his ear and cursed loudly, as the sound of the dial tone came through the phone.

When he tried to call back, he could only hear the sound of the other line being switched off.

"These damn people," Niko Haimes cursed, finally realizing the true nature of his so-called close friends. They were quick to run when there was money to be made, but sat idly by when trouble arose.

After making several more calls, the results were clear: no one was willing to help.

"What? You're abroad now?"

"What? Your mother passed away?"

"What did you say? Your wife died?"

Excuses of all kinds were used, and when Niko Haimes hung up the phone, he was left with a bitter smile on his face.

What kind of friends were these? Not a single person was willing to help in a time of need, and the excuses they used were downright laughable.

"Uncle, you don't need to help with this matter. After all, the other party is the county party secretary, and they have no way to help. Don't blame them," Bidegla spoke up, before adding, "I have the ability to handle this on my own."

"How do you plan to do it? The official holds a lot of power, and we, as regular people, cannot challenge them," Niko Haimes shook his head, not believing Bidegla's words at all.

Although wealthy people sometimes had a say, Bidegla was still young, and even with money, he wouldn't have much influence. Taking on the county party secretary would be like digging his own grave.

Niko Haimes didn't want anything else to happen to Bidegla. His parents had been injured, and he couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Bidegla. Bidegla was their only son, and if something happened to him, how could their family bear it?

"Bidegla, maybe we should just let this go. Your parents are fine now, and we can always move away from Qing County in the future," Niko Haimes tried to dissuade Bidegla from doing anything impulsive.

"Hehe, although I, Bidegla, am not a big shot, I am definitely not the kind of person who can remain indifferent when seeing his parents being attacked. What does it matter if the county party secretary is backing them? If they injured my parents, they will have to pay the price!"

This sentence was spoken with great force by Bidegla, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.

"Alas, you are too stubborn, my child. Listen to your uncle's advice and let it go. You can't fight them," sighed Niko Haimes.

"Uncle, I won't blame you for not helping, but if you try to stop me, I won't accept it. If you truly understand me, you'll know you can't stop me," Bidegla replied, then hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

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"Where are you going?" Niko Haimes asked loudly, grabbing Bidegla as he was about to leave.

"I'm going to seek revenge, of course," Bidegla replied with a brilliant yet icy smile.

"Master, please take me to Hucopper Street," Bidegla said, handing a hundred yuan to the driver.

"Alright," the driver smiled and stepped on the gas.

"Bidegla, don't act recklessly," Niko Haimes couldn't bear to watch him throw his life away, so he got into the car as well.

"Uncle, don't try to convince me. If you say another word, I promise I will kick you out of the car," Bidegla warned, leaving Niko Haimes speechless and unable to say another word.

Because he could see that if he spoke, Bidegla might actually kick him out, regardless of their relationship.

He dared to even challenge the police, so what wouldn't he do? He was incredibly bold and daring.

Soon, the taxi driver dropped them off at the corner of Hucopper Street.

"No need for change, thank you," Bidegla said as he got out of the car, prompting the driver to smile happily. In a small town like theirs, a driver's daily income was just over a hundred yuan, and their fare was only a little over ten yuan, so he made over eighty yuan.

Throughout the journey, Bidegla remained indifferent, while Niko Haimes, though worried, didn't dare say a word, feeling as though even his breathing had become difficult.

Bidegla was now a master of external energy, and if he let his energy completely dissipate, ordinary people wouldn't be able to handle it.

Arriving at the front of the grocery store owned by his family, Bidegla's expression turned cold as he saw the door smashed and the food scattered inside, with a sealed note attached to the wall next to the door.

There were many onlookers around, pointing and gossiping.

Seeing Bidegla's return, some of the elderly people who knew him came over, concerned and asking, "Bidegla, how are your parents doing now? We've been worried for a long time."

"Thank you for your concern. My parents' surgery went very smoothly, and they are about to wake up," Bidegla said with a slight dissipation of his murderous intent, smiling as he looked at the familiar faces he had grown up with.

These people had always been kind to him, so even if he wanted to kill someone now, he couldn't disrespect them.

"These damn bastards, they were so ruthless. It's a good thing no one was hurt, or I would have risked my life to fight them," an elderly man said angrily, stomping his cane.

"Yes, thank goodness they're safe. Once things settle down, I'll go to the hospital to see them," a kind-hearted elderly woman said.

"Uncle Taylor, do you know where those people who hurt my parents live?" Bidegla asked, grabbing the arm of an elderly man and inquiring carefully.

"Child, they are all part of the underworld, do not provoke them." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, the old man was startled.

"Uncle Taylor, I just want to negotiate the compensation with them. And with my uncle by my side, what do we, two grown men, have to fear from them?" Bidegla spoke, looking very relaxed.

"Oh, I see. These scoundrels have injured someone, so they must pay. They live in a civilian house at the end of this street, with a tree in front of their door. You'll see it when you get there," Taylor pointed in the direction.

"Thank you, Uncle Taylor," Bidegla said, then turned and walked away, with Niko Haimes quickly catching up behind him, asking, "Bidegla, do you want to bring a knife?"

"A knife?" Bidegla was momentarily stunned by his uncle's words.

"Yes, since those hooligans dared to harm your parents, they might do the same to us. It's better to have a knife, even though killing is against the law. We can't allow them to kill us either," Niko Haimes said, grabbing Bidegla.

"Just a few insignificant hooligans, I don't even consider them a threat. Besides, killing doesn't necessarily require a knife. You have to trust in my abilities," Bidegla said, then shook off Niko Haimes' hand and headed towards the end of the street.

Not even five minutes later, they found the civilian house Taylor had mentioned.

The area was sparsely populated, probably because no one dared to live there due to those few hooligans.

But that was for the best, as it reduced the chance of trouble.

In front of the door, a hooligan was arrogantly smoking a cigarette, harassing every woman who passed by, not sparing even middle-aged women.

"Trash." Bidegla showed disdain upon seeing the hooligan, walking directly towards him.

"Huh? What are you two doing here? Get lost," the hooligan called out when he saw Bidegla and Niko Haimes.

Bang!

Bidegla didn't bother to exchange words with the hooligan, and kicked him, sending him flying about ten meters away, and he didn't get up again.

Wow!

Knowing that Bidegla was strong, Niko Haimes was still very incredulous at seeing him kick an adult man so far.

"Let's go," without even looking at the unconscious hooligan, Bidegla walked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was very calm, and using his insight, Bidegla saw several men lying on the ground, with several scantily clad women among them.

Injuring others and indulging in pleasure here, they really didn't know the meaning of death.

Kicking down the door, the loud noise woke everyone in the house. The women clutched their sheets, looking shocked, thinking the police were conducting a raid, while the men slowly got up, looking unfriendly at Bidegla and his companion.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" one of the hooligans spoke, pulling out a knife from under the bed.

"Ha, I'm here for revenge," Bidegla said, coldly, as he watched the man with the knife.

"Damn, revenge has come all the way here, brothers, let's get them!" Seven or eight men all grabbed their knives and advanced towards Bidegla and his companion.

With a strong push, Bidegla pushed his uncle out of the door, then he turned into a blur, the hooligans couldn't see where he was.

Crack!

A bone-crunching sound rang out, and immediately a small ruffian lay on the ground, emitting unmistakable cries of immense pain.

Thud, thud, thud!

Like a target, Bidegla struck, and within half a minute, several previously menacing ruffians lay scattered on the ground.