CHAPTER 52 YELL TEN TIMES. TOO HARSH
Betty was thrown by one of the bullies and landed badly. Her bones seemed to be broken, and she
struggled and wriggled for a long time. Finally, she managed to stand up and looked up to meet Sean’s
cold eyes.
She turned pale for a moment.
Sean strode over to her.
“Don’t, don’t you come over…”
She, a middle-aged woman, had relied on the support of the mob to run wild in these parts of the
suburbs. And now that the bullies were hurt, and even the leader was kneeling for Sean, she was very
scared. How could she possibly throw her weight around Sean like she did before?
She didn’t want to die that soon.
Her legs felt weak and she had an urge to urinate, but she struggled to hold it back. Soon her back was
cold and she was back in the corner.
There was no place for her to retreat!
By this time, Sean was already there.
In desperation, before Sean said something, she completely went limp, half kneeling and half squatting.
Then she reached out to grab Sean’s pants, begging for mercy, “Mr. Mason, I’m sorry. Please forgive
me…”
Her tears poured down in torrents, and tears streamed down her face.
Women’s tears were men’s weakness. Unfortunately, Sean was not just any guy. After countless
battles and bullets, his heart was as hard as steel.
“I seldom hit a woman. You should feel honored that I hit you, which means you’ve touched my bottom
line and you deserved to be hit!”
With his head down and eyes on Betty, Sean didn’t hesitate. As soon as he said that, his hands
dropped with a loud crack, knocking Betty to the ground.
With Sean’s strength, he could smack Betty half to death with half his force.
At the very least, she’d pass out on the spot, like other bullies.
But Sean didn’t do that.
He used only three tenths of his strength.
The simple reason was that Betty was more hateful than a slap. It would have been too easy for her to
pass out so quickly.
The reason was simple. Because Betty was so awful, one slap was not enough. Wouldn’t it be an
advantage for her to pass out so soon?
So…
When Betty looked up with her left cheek in her hand, Sean slapped her right cheek, knocking her over
again, and asked, “If I remember rightly, you swore just now that your face was tickling these days, and
that you want to be hit, right?”
“I… no…”
This time Betty lay at Sean’s feet, unable to sit up for a long time, crying bitterly, “Mr. Mason, I was just
talking through my hat. I beg you to be lenient. Just treat me like a fart and let me go.”
“Let you go?”
Sean snorted, “I was trying to help you, to make you feel better. What, your face doesn’t itch anymore?”
“Yes, it doesn’t itch at all…”
Betty shook her head violently.
Sean said coldly, “Your face is no longer itchy, but my fist still itches!”
“So!”
“Get down here on your knees and yell ten times that you’re a bitch! A scum! A beast!”
With that, he shook his fist in Betty’s face.
“But…”
Betty was startled, “That’s…”
“Twenty times!”
“Okay, fine I’ll do it.”
Betty had been holding her water for a long time, but now she had to pee. She peed and cried and
shouted at the top of her lungs, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I’m a bitch! A scum! A beast! I’m a bitch! A
scum! A beast!”
Betty had a high-pitched, blubbering voice with a burst of power estimated at more than 100 decibels.
She was a real shrew.
One by one, her cries reached the ears of the neighbors, and the sight made them all livid and
shuddering.
Oh, my god, that was too harsh, wasn’t it?
The way they looked at Sean was full of fear and shock. They were thinking, “Is this the Young Mr.
Mason of the Capital City? You know, a kid from a big family, he’s got a fucking way of bullies.
“What happened?”
Just then, Gemma’s panicked voice came from the store. She also heard Betty’s cries and thought she
and the gang were attacking Sean, so she ran out of the room.
Holding a pile of colorful bills in her hands, she ran saying, “Don’t hurt my Sean! Money. Here’s your Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g
money. There’s just over 60,000 in the store, and I already called Dean, and he’s going to the bank to
get the money, and he’ll be…”
She ran to the front door of the store and saw the scene outside. Her hand shook, and all the bills
dropped onto the rotten fruit at her feet, scattering all over the floor.
Bills of all denominations…
Even a lot of coins!
Apparently, that was all Gemma had now. To save Sean, she held nothing back.
“It’s, what…”
She looked down at the gang leader kneeling in front of the store, Betty at Sean’s feet screaming, and
a large group of punks passing out. Finally, Gemma’s eyes fell on Sean, speechless with surprise.
She was Sean’s grandmother. Of course, she was aware that Sean knew martial arts. He did it five
years ago.
But Sean didn’t come to Hilshire very often. Besides, he was the Young Mr. Mason. Who would dare to
lay a hand on him? As a result, he had few opportunities to fight with others, and Gemma had never
seen that.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I beg you. For the sake of my sincere repentance and the broken hands,
please spare me.”
“I’ll pay for the damage! I’ll pay for it all!”
“From now on, I am your grandson. You can tell me what to do. If I refuse, I will die!”
Before Sean could explain, the leader of the gang, who had been kneeling there, suddenly got down on
his knees and apologized to Gemma repeatedly. In order to ask For Gemma’s forgiveness, he literally
lost his dignity.
“And me, too.”
Seeing this, Betty stopped yelling. She paused for a moment, climbed over to Gemma, grabbed her
right leg, and cried, “Gemma, I’m sorry!”
“I don’t want the rent of the shop, and I don’t want it any more, just as compensation for you.”
The two of them were like in a race, each Shouting louder than the other, and each crying harder that
the other. This scene instantly shocked the neighbors around.
Betty and the bullies were getting bullied, too!
What a rare sight!
Even Sean couldn’t help but wince a little and feel sick. Damn! A shameless man was always
invincible! They knew how kind Gemma was, so they competed to pretend to be pathetic in front of
her…