Chapter 229: Birth (Part Six)
The bedroom door was suddenly kicked open, startling the two people on the bed.
Before they could even fully dress, several figures appeared in their line of sight.
Leading them was the middle-aged Fat Man. Behind him followed a dozen burly men.
The Fat Man's sudden appearance threw the woman into a panic. As she clutched the blanket to cover herself, she frantically began to explain.
“Husband, it’s not what you think! Listen to me, I can explain—”
The Fat Man, enraged, scoffed instead. His body trembled with fury as he stared at the two on the bed.
“Explain? You’re lying naked in bed—how else do you intend to explain? ” the Fat Man asked with a sneer.
“We’re just friends, we were just chatting here, getting to know each other better. There was nothing else, we didn’t do anything,” the woman forcefully argued.
Upon hearing this, the smile on the Fat Man’s face twisted into something grotesque.
Seeing the Fat Man’s disbelief, the woman’s tears immediately flowed like a broken dam, streaming down her face, her expression filled with aggrieved despair.
“How can you not believe me? Don’t you love—? ”
“Whack! ”
Before the woman could finish speaking, the Fat Man swung his hand, delivering a resounding slap directly across her face, momentarily stunning her into a daze.
At the same time, the man had already pulled on a pair of shorts. He cursed, then lunged off the bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and unleashed a torrent of abuse at the Fat Man.
“What the f*ck! This is my house! Don’t you have any f*cking respect for the law? ! ”
The man’s arrogance was palpable. He was young and hadn’t faced many setbacks. Though he’d always mingled in society’s fringes, his usual conflicts were mere shouting matches, seeing who could curse the nastiest or look the most menacing. He’d never been in a real fight, never seen true blades or guns.
Precisely because of this, in his eyes, others’ displays of aggression were no different from his own—purely for intimidation. At most, it would escalate to a brawl. Could they really kill him?
Thus, he was not only fearless but also incredibly brazen.
He’d already planned it out: he would use all sorts of tactics to intimidate and threaten the Fat Man. He wanted the Fat Man to witness his supposed ruthlessness. After all, he was a barefoot man who feared no shoed one. In his view, the Fat Man surely had more to lose than he did, while he himself had nothing to fear.
In such a situation, as long as he didn’t back down, victory would undoubtedly be his.
Ultimately, the man was too young. His arrogant words had barely left his mouth, before he even had a chance to utter a threat, when the Fat Man delivered a loud, stinging slap across his face.
Whack!
With a sharp crack, the cigarette dangling from the man’s lips flew off. A searing, fiery pain erupted across his face.
“You f*cking dare hit me? ! Do you f*cking know who I am? ! On this f*cking street, who the f*ck dares not give me some face? ! ”
The man erupted in rage. Recovering, he cursed loudly, swinging his weak, powerless fists towards the Fat Man.
Before his fists could connect, one of the burly men behind the Fat Man surged forward, delivering a kick directly to the man’s abdomen.
The man was not naturally strong; though not short, he was lean, without much flesh on his bones. Before the burly man, he was like a scrawny chick, sent flying with a single kick.
The man’s slender body crashed heavily to the ground, a pained shriek escaping his lips. He lay there, unable to get up for a long time.
Just one kick had nearly crippled the man.
Having tasted bitter defeat, the man felt a certain hollowness in his chest. However, he knew that now was not the time to cower. Caving in would only make the other side think he was easy to bully.
“You f*cking think I’m—! ”
As the man struggled to rise, he continued to curse furiously. But before the words could fully escape his lips, a heavy foot stomped hard onto his back.
Thud!
Pinned to the ground, the man felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, and the excruciating pain from his back made him grimace.
With his back forcefully pinned by a foot, no matter how the man struggled, he couldn’t break free.
The woman on the bed was utterly terrified by the sight. In eleven years of marriage, she had never witnessed her husband’s violent side. Now, seeing the grotesque, furious sneer on his face, her body involuntarily trembled.
Her husband, who had never once laid a hand on her, had just delivered that slap with such force.
Coming to her senses, how could she dare to stay here any longer? She snatched a bathrobe from beside her, pulled it on, and then, like a madwoman, leaped off the bed, desperate to flee immediately. As for the man subdued on the floor, she had no thought at all for his fate.
At that moment, she had only one thought: escape quickly, then call the police. That would bring her some peace of mind.
However, while her idea was sound, the Fat Man wouldn't allow her to leave so easily. The moment she jumped off the bed, two burly men rushed forward and pinned her back onto it.
“Husband, you can’t do this to me! You can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! We’ve been married for eleven years! How can you do this to me? ! ”
The woman babbled incoherently, struggling desperately, tears of injustice streaming from her eyes. To make the Fat Man spare her, she even brought up their eleven years of marriage.
Yet, it would have been better had she not said that. Mentioning it only intensified the rage in the Fat Man’s heart.
“You f*cking dead fatty, let me go now! Or else I’ll make one call, and dozens of my brothers will be here in minutes to hack you to death! ”
The Fat Man was in an extremely foul mood. Upon hearing the man’s threats, he approached the man with a smile, then slowly crouched down beside him.
The man had believed his threats were having some effect, but he hadn’t expected the smile on the Fat Man’s face to suddenly become even more sinister. Then, he grabbed the man’s hair and furiously slammed his head against the floor.
Thud!
His forehead hit the floor with a dull thud. Just once, and the man felt a dizzying ringing in his head.
But that wasn’t the end of it. The Fat Man’s face twisted into a maniacal, vicious grin as he held fast to the man’s hair, slamming his head against the ground again and again.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The man’s forehead was already split open, blood pooling on the floor, yet the Fat Man showed no sign of stopping, continuing his assault.
The woman, still restrained nearby, watched the scene and burst into heartbroken sobs. She wasn’t pitying the man; she was terrified that the same fate awaited her.
At that moment, the woman was consumed by regret. Had she known her husband could be this deranged, not even a hundred times her courage would have made her dare to mess around outside.
Yet, in her impression, her husband was merely a businessman, capable of both making money and taking losses. No matter how big the problem, he never resorted to violence. But today, he had made an exception.
In that moment, the Fat Man felt both alien and terrifying to the woman.
The fear in her heart made her unleash gut-wrenching cries. She hoped to elicit the Fat Man’s sympathy and forgiveness this way, but he didn't even spare her a glance.
After countless impacts, the man was barely clinging to life. His face was covered in blood, a truly gruesome sight.
“Let him go. ”
The Fat Man ordered the burly men restraining the man to release him. Then, he pulled a phone from his pocket, tossed it to the man, and said with a vicious grin, “I’ll give you a chance. Make the call. Get all those so-called ‘brothers’ of yours over here. Let’s see if I can take care of all of them in one go today. ”
At this point, the man barely had the strength to make a call. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have touched that phone, because he knew his 'brothers' were good for eating, drinking, and having fun, but when real danger struck, they’d run faster than anyone. How could they possibly risk their lives for him?
“If you’ve got the guts, just kill me. You coward, do you dare? ! ” the man sneered, revealing blood-stained teeth.
In truth, his heart was already filled with terror. The reason he didn't beg for mercy was that, in his view, the outcome of pleading would only be more tragic.
What he hadn't expected, however, was that the Fat Man wasn't falling for his act at all.
“Oh, good. Since you want to die, I’ll grant your wish. But killing you with one swift cut would be too easy. I need to take something from you first. ”
The Fat Man spoke with a vicious grin, then looked at one of the burly men beside him and said, “Cut off *that thing* of his down there. Remember, I want the whole thing cut from the root, not just the tip. ”
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