The old man's strength was a source of admiration in the hearts of onlookers. He had not returned to the jewelry store, instead finding himself in a grand hotel. Despite the heavy injuries he had sustained the previous day, he felt it necessary to have a hearty meal to nourish his body. After all, he had earned a considerable amount of money and deserved to enjoy himself.

As he entered the hotel, he collided with another man, whom he had originally intended to scold. However, upon recognizing the man's identity, he was filled with surprise and exclaimed, "Big brother," causing the man to look up in astonishment.

"How did you end up here, little brother?" Mordhadi's voice was filled with surprise, as if he had not expected to encounter him there.

"I came for a meal."

"Oh, big brother, what’s with the footprints on your clothes?"

In college, Bidegla and Mordhadi had been roommates, but following their graduation, they had each gone their separate ways and had never expected to meet again in such circumstances.

"Don't mention it," Mordhadi's face darkened at Bidegla's words, and his expression still carried traces of lingering anger.

"What's wrong?" Bidegla's face also turned cold as he noticed the change in Mordhadi's demeanor.

His own big brother had been kicked by someone, and Bidegla was determined to help him.

"I came to attend a company party and was insulted," Mordhadi's tone carried a hint of resentment and his body trembled slightly.

"Haha, those ignorant fools want to bully you. Come, I'll help you reclaim your dignity," Bidegla sneered and led Mordhadi into the hotel.

"Let it go, you can't afford to offend those people," Mordhadi spoke with a bitter smile.

"Joke, even if it's the king of heaven, I'll provoke him today," Bidegla sneered repeatedly, almost dragging Mordhadi into the hotel.

"Oh, our 'director' Hadi, how come you're back again?" As soon as they entered, a voice with a disdainful laugh reached their ears, with a particular emphasis on the word 'director'. The speaker was a well-dressed man with a refined appearance, resembling a successful individual.

However, the words that came out of his mouth were far from complimentary, akin to spewing filth.

"Big brother, who kicked you?" Bidegla inquired of Mordhadi without even looking at the man.

"Where did you pop out from?!" The man was visibly displeased at the sight of Bidegla.

"Mind your words, or else don't blame me for knocking your teeth out in a little while," Bidegla's expression was cold, causing the man to take a few steps back.

The ongoing company party had attracted a considerable number of people, and upon sensing the commotion, many gathered around.

"This is a hotel, not a place for you to act recklessly. Do you believe that I can have the security take you away?" The man's confidence grew as more people gathered around, and he loudly reprimanded Bidegla.

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"Before the security arrives, I can guarantee that I'll beat you until you don't even recognize your own parents. Whoever kicked my big brother, you'd better come forward immediately, or else I'll leave you maimed," Bidegla's tone was icy, shocking the onlookers.

Although there were only two of them on Bidegla's side, it was evident to everyone that Bidegla was truly enraged, and at that moment, no one wanted to escalate the situation.

"It was me who kicked him, what are you going to do about it?" A young man approached, wearing a smug expression. Two bodyguards in black stood by his side, exhibiting no signs of fear.

"Explain yourself," Bidegla attempted to suppress his anger.

"This kid tried to steal my woman, serves him right," the man said as he pulled a woman in front of him, eventually embracing her.

Although the woman initially resisted, Bidegla noticed that she gradually stopped struggling, evidently accepting the embrace.

"Sir, what is the meaning of this?" Bidegla turned his gaze to his elder brother and inquired.

"It was he who drugged him, and then..." Mordhadi stopped speaking at this point, as his eyes began to redden.

"Damn it." Upon hearing his elder brother's words, Bidegla rushed forward without hesitation, not even being restrained by Mordhadi.

"Throw him out for me." Upon seeing Bidegla charge towards him, the young man sneered and commanded.

In fact, even before he spoke, two bodyguards had already automatically blocked his path. They looked eagerly at Bidegla, both of them towering at around six foot three, making Bidegla appear noticeably shorter in their presence.

However, this was merely a difference in height. When Bidegla's fist swung towards them, one of the bodyguards attempted to block, but upon contact with Bidegla's fist, he felt as if his arm had been struck by a speeding car, hearing the sound of his bones shifting before being sent flying, shattering a nearby table upon impact.

Screams erupted as chaos ensued, Bidegla's strength surpassing all expectations as the towering bodyguard was unable to withstand his punch.

"Quick, stop him." Seeing that the bodyguard was no match for Bidegla, the young man appeared visibly flustered. He was nothing more than a wealthy second-generation with a bit of money, and in terms of combat prowess, even someone as refined as Mordhadi could probably defeat him.

"Get lost." Seeing the bodyguard approach once again, Bidegla bellowed and delivered another punch, with even more terrifying force than before, causing the bodyguard to be taken aback. However, his fate in the next moment was even more pitiful than his brother's, as Bidegla struck him in the face, shattering several of his teeth.

Step by step, Bidegla approached the young man, his gaze intense and emitting a dangerous gleam. "Apologize to my elder brother, and I may spare you from further torment."

"Forget it, it's impossible!" The young man shouted, collapsing to the ground, completely unable to resist Bidegla's aura.

"It seems you won't comply unless you endure some suffering." Bidegla smirked, then proceeded to stomp on the fingers of the young man supporting himself on the ground, causing his expression to contort in agony.

"Let me ask you one last time, will you apologize?"

"Never!" The young man roared, his face contorted in terror.

The sound of bones scraping against bones filled the air as Bidegla's foot directly crushed the young man's fingers, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge, clearly experiencing excruciating pain.

"Will you apologize?"

"No..." Before he could finish his sentence, the young man felt an excruciating pain penetrating his bones, as Bidegla's knee abruptly bent his arm.

"Let him go, I will apologize in his place." At this moment, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses and dressed in a suit and leather shoes stepped forward and spoke.

"Who are you? On what grounds do you apologize?" Bidegla asked coldly.

"I am your elder brother's superior. This incident was our fault, and I sincerely apologize to you." The middle-aged man glanced at the young man being crushed by Bidegla, speaking earnestly.

"I'm sorry, I cannot accept that." Bidegla smiled, then effortlessly lifted the young man in front of him with one hand. The fact that he could effortlessly lift a 220-pound adult man left many people in shock.

"Look at my elder brother and apologize to him, or else I guarantee that you won't be able to walk for the rest of your life, and I might even castrate you." Bidegla whispered the last part in the man's ear, causing the young man to display a look of horror.

At this moment, he was truly terrified, because injuries could be treated, but if he were to be castrated, he would lose even the most basic dignity of a man.