The Bensons:
"Ahh!!!"

Tyson was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his body was trembling all over. His face and eyes were red as he stared his reddened broken wrist burning with indescribable pain.

Ray looked at him with no iota of sympathy in his eyes and said coldly, "We both have a common goal, and that is to bring that punk down. You should know what to say when we meet father."

Tyson gave him no reply. He already knew that he had to comply or what he had just suffered will be little to what Ray might do to him at the end.

"Dad," Ray greeted, stepping into his father's Villa with the pain-stricken Tyson behind him.

A man clearly in his late fifties, looked up from his Apple iPhone. He had the same facial features as Ray and Tyson.

His overwhelming and intimidating aura filled the room making Ray's forehead break out in cold sweat.

This man was the present helmsman of the Benson family and Ray's and Tyson's father, Benjamin Benson.

He narrowed his eyes when he saw Tyson enter with
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