Almighty Dominant Caspian Grey Hastings

005 - Ask Him To Confirm

Caspian turns and stares at Clayton. He did not think he was confident enough to make him stop saying abusive words.

However, he could provoke him and then punch his face and bust his lips.

That way, he won't be able to say abusive words. Caspian wasn't ready to lose this money coming his way.

In his mind, he had already begun calculating the total amount of money that would be added to his account and how he was going to spend all of it.

Caspian, as if he did not see Clayton bullying Jason, went and began cleaning up the canteen hall.

From his side, he keeps his focus on Clayton to make sure he doesn't leave, as the System had only given him twelve hours to complete this new task.

Diligently and carefully, Caspian cleans up the inner part of the hall until he gets to the door where Clayton is still standing and Berating Jason.

Caspian drops the brush he is using to sweep, wipes his hands on his apron, and then raises his head to gaze at Clayton.

Clayton scowled with knitted brows upon feeling Caspian scrutiny.

“Hey beggar, how dare you look at me?” Clayton said, and he frowned.

Caspian looks down, taking on the broom again, and says to Clayton,

“Abusing him isn't a good thing to do. Try to be less commanding and make requests. You'd get more positive responses.”

Clayton froze. His eyes glowered, and they gleamed with malice and menace.

He turns to Caspian, walks up to him, and grabs him by the collar. He kicks away the broom Caspian is using and pushes him against the wall behind him.

“Did you just say that to me? The guts you have to tell me how to behave, you Monkey!”

Shrieking as he speaks, he raises his fist to punch Caspian. However, at the same time, Caspian raised his hands and blocked his attack.

He held Clayton's outstretched fist and punched his face. Caspian proceeded to send another punch to his lips, and they busted.

Kpa!

“Argh!!”

Clayton yelled, and he stumbled back, instantly losing his hold on Caspian. He staggered and wobbled; his lips were bleeding.

Caspian is also staring in astonishment. He did not expect his fist to be powerful to the point of busting Clayton's lips and causing him to have bruises on his face.

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Congratulations, Caspian, You have SUCCESSFULLY leveled up to level one by completing this Mission.

Your income has now increased by 200 percent. The target remains the same. Have a wonderful day ahead.>>

[Name: Caspian Grey Hastings.

System Type: My Survival System.]

*Age: 21

*Current Ability: None

*Strength: 10

*Inventory: Available

*Skill: None

*Shop: Blocked

*Points: 5

*Cultivation Level: 1

*Avatar: 0

[Task]

*Task Assigned: 2

*Completed Task: 1

*Uncompleted Task: 1

*Balance: $15,060.

Hearing the metallic robotic voice in his consciousness, Caspian stared at his fist and then at Clayton. He looked through the information panel and instantly felt pleased with himself.

He could not stop himself from chuckling as he felt amazed.

Caspian did not expect that one day he'd be able to punch Clayton in the face and even injure his lips, which he had used to kiss his now ex-girlfriend, Sarah.

Hearing his happy giggles, Clayton looks down at Caspian. His facial expression brewed with hatred, but he did not care about it.

All he felt like doing was ripping out Caspian's throat.

He growled and rushed to launch an attack on Caspian, but Caspian moved away to the side, ducking his attack.

“You now dare to hit me. The confidence you have to make me bleed and think you'll go Scott-free.

The audacity to think you can match up with me.” He shouted and went to hit him again.

Caspian thought he would not be able to miss Clayton's attack due to how fast he was, but unexpectedly, Caspian felt himself move to the side at an unpredictable speed.

His fingers then balled together and raised high, punching Clayton in his left eye, his shoulders, and then his head.

Clayton fell to the ground and wallowed in pain. His scream was loud enough to deafen a newborn baby.

Bang!

“Urgh!!”

Clayton cursed while rolling on the ground. Caspian laughed excitedly. He pointed at Clayton and said, “This is good for you; you deserve it. Next time, don't be proud or full of yourself.”

Caspian was beyond ecstatic to see Clayton's miserable state. He felt glad and satisfied. He now understands what the system he had gained is about. Not only is he earning from doing tasks, but he also gets to redeem his lost pride.

Caspian proceeded to continue working. He picked up his broom and continued to sweep when he heard Mrs. Hartford and Sarah's voices.

“Aunt, my birthday is this weekend; I hope you haven't forgotten that.”

He heard what Sarah said.

Caspian rolled his eyes. He thought that when he received his salary, which would be the next day, he'd complete the payment for a beautiful dress that he had been paying in installments and give it to her as a gift.

Nevertheless, a lot had happened within two days, and he had seen her true self. He'll just go and refund his money later.

“Oh, dear Sarah, how can Aunt forget? It's my favorite niece's birthday; I always remember it.”

Mrs. Hartford replied, and he heard her giggle. Caspian could tell they were getting closer to entering the canteen's main hall.

He turned to look at Clayton, who wasn't looking good and then went to help him up.

“Hey, I hope you are okay and not feeling much pain. Here, let me help you up.”

He said this and then stretched out his hands, but Clayton growled, flinging his hand to the side.

“Hey boy, better listen; your girlfriend and aunt-in-law are almost here. You don't want them to think I made you look like a joker, do you? It'll be humiliating.”

Caspian taunted, and Clayton felt unhappy.

“Get the hell outta my front.”

He yelled, getting up from the ground. It was at the same time that Sarah and Mrs. Hartford strode inside.

Surprisingly, Mr. Hartford also walked in with them. Caspian pretended to not notice them.

He did not like any of them, especially the chubby middle-aged man with a pot belly, Isaacson Hartford.

He went on with his cleaning but halted when he heard Sarah scream.

He turned around and saw her looking emotional like she was about to burst into tears upon seeing Clayton's bruised face.

Looking down and swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat, he bowed and greeted them.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hartford, Mr. Hartford, and Miss Davidson.”

“Good morning, boy, why does OUR Clayton look like this? Did you do this?”

Isaacson Hartford asked; his husky and hoarse voice caused him to shiver. Mr. Hartford is a bald, short, and round middle-aged man.

He has a pot belly and often wears dark shades. His face is oblong and small. He, unlike Mrs. Hartford, who has dark orbs, has blue eyes.

“No, Mr. Hartford, I didn't do anything of the sort to young master Clayton. I am not capable of touching even a strand of his hair. You can ask him to confirm.”

Caspian innocently replied as he sneakily looked at Clayton. This scene left Jason, who had been abandoned in a corner, speechless.