"I am a weak child?" Brad started giggling.Henry was met with a look of confusion and hilarity from the group of armed men positioned behind him."You tiny chihuahua! Are you unaware of who I am? Brad remarked cockily, "You've got some nerve referring to me that way."I could care less about you, and I have no idea who you are. Henry said bluntly, "You have five seconds to let her leave or else."His remarks created a commotion right away, shocking even those who were holding Emily.Compared to the quiet Robert, none of them had anticipated that Henry would say something so bold.But such courage was in vain."You truly have no idea what's healthy for you. You will not survive!" Robert's voice was filled with hatred since Henry's bravery was exposed by his display of cowardice.Naturally, when a good-for-nothing like Henry showed more bravery than he did, Robert became frustrated and even resentful."Are you serious, really?" After giving Henry a long, hard look, Brad said, "So you w
"Why are you still hesitating? Take the container and sip his pee! There's nothing bad about drinking urine. It has no negative effects!. Drinking urine is the best" Robert stated in a guise to make the situation more shameful for HenryAs soon as Henry had arrived to protect them from their predicament, Robert became envious. Henry had spoiled his plan of showing-off. Now he wanted to humiliate Henry for taking away the opportunity."Will he still hesitate or will he swallow my urine? Then I'll make fun of him. Moreover, he is garbage. However, if he doesn't, he may find himself in Brad's bad books," Robert considered."Hey pig, don't say I didn't provide you the opportunity to change your ways! If you drink my lovely urine today, I won't hurt you. If not, don't hold it against me that I'm ruthless," Brad had a smug look on his face as he pointed a finger at Henry."That pig is just a little brat, and he thinks he could harm me?" Brad reasoned. "Are you conscious that you're squande
"Do you not feel embarrassed? I'm truly dissatisfied in you, Henry."Emily's rage was out of control.Abruptly, she approached Henry, lifted her hand, and gave him a hard smack across the face.Henry was startled when he heard a sharp sound.Henry felt the searing ache in his face and inhaled deeply.Almost immediately, he started to feel really bad.Just now, he had reached under Mrs. Miller's garments to save her.But once he was misinterpreted, Mrs. Millers purposefully made the misinterpretation worse in addition to refusing to assist him in clarifying.Emily even gave him a smack since she didn't think anything he said.She obviously had zero faith in him!Henry was deeply disappointed in the entire family at the notion of this."Honestly, Emily, I didn't think you would criticize me without even attempting to find out the whole facts. Your behavior has truly let me down."Henry had no intention of remaining at the Millers' home after saying that. He got out of the home right away
At the city medical center later in the day.The doors to the emergency surgical theater opened in a moment, and Brad was taken out on a medical facility bed with his abdomen half totally wrapped. A throng of people encircled him. The large, burly man with the long beard and mustache was in the lead of the group.The person in question was Mr. Mickelson, the head of the most infamous gang in the city."Doctor Tim, How is my son doing? First, Mr. Mickelson enquired.The physician let out a sigh. His life is not in danger, but there is a lot of damage to his genitalia. I worry that he won't be able to recover fully."What?" When he heard this, Mr. Mickelson's demeanor significantly changed."Aren't you all capable of performing your jobs? Can't you even tend to such a little wound? Mr. Mickelson angrily grabbed the physician by the garment collar."Sir, we've done everything, but it seems that the damage is simply too serious. "It wasn't an easy task to preserve his life either," the doc
Back at Mickelson's luxurious office, the scar-faced leader, battered and bruised, entered with trepidation. Mickelson, seated behind his imposing desk, glared at him with a mix of anger and impatience."Well? What happened?" Mickelson demanded, his voice low and threatening.The scar-faced leader, still catching his breath, recounted the events in the alley. He spoke of the unexpected turn at how strong Henry seemed to be, detailing how he effortlessly incapacitated the thugs and left him unconscious.Mickelson's face darkened with each word, his fingers tapping impatiently on the desk. When the scar-faced leader finished, Mickelson erupted in a fit of rage."You let a little scum humiliate you? In front of others who saw you fit to be their commander?" Mickelson bellowed, his face turning crimson with anger.The scar-faced leader, desperate to salvage some semblance of respect, pleaded, "Boss, he was no ordinary man. He fought like a trained assassin."Mickelson slammed his hand on t
Henry, though battered and surrounded, stood defiant. "I'm not afraid of you, Mickelson."Mickelson chuckled, a sinister glint in his eyes. "You should be."As Mickelson approached, he signaled to his henchmen. "Bring them to my office. We'll settle this once and for all."The scar-faced leader, now caught between Mickelson and his vendetta against Henry, hesitated. Mickelson, sensing his subordinate's conflicting loyalties, sneered, "You have a problem, my loyal thug?"The scar-faced leader, torn between fear and resentment, shook his head. "No, boss. We'll do it your way."And so, Henry and Emily were escorted to Mickelson's imposing office, a place they had never imagined setting foot in under such dire circumstances. The atmosphere was tense as Mickelson took his seat behind the desk, his henchmen flanking him."Sit," Mickelson ordered, his tone dripping with authority.Henry and Emily reluctantly took the chairs in front of Mickelson's desk, their eyes locked with defiance.Mickel
Finally, with a quiet click, the ropes around Henry's wrists loosened. He subtly stretched his fingers, testing the regained mobility. The scar-faced leader, still lost in his monologue, failed to notice the subtle change.Taking a deep breath, Henry made eye contact with Emily, silently conveying that the moment of opportunity had arrived. He drew the scar-faced leader's attention, interrupting the ongoing tirade."You know, I don't suppose you have any snacks around here, do you?" Henry feigned nonchalance, as if the dire situation hadn't affected him.The scar-faced leader scowled, his patience wearing thin. "This is not a joking matter. Mr Mickelson wants you guys to be dealt with. Next time, you won't dare him."Henry, seizing the moment, leaned forward in his chair, feigning concern. "Look, my poor wife here," he nodded toward Emily, "she's been feeling a bit weak. Maybe she's hungry and thirsty. You wouldn't want her passing out on you, would you?"The scar-faced leader, moment
Few days later, the Millers family gathered at the company for the Miller's annual celebration that was held every half of the year. Most of the workers were dressed casually. Some of them were eating, drinking and chatting.However, they thought all was well not knowing that Mr Mickelson and his menacing henchmen had arrived at the Millers' group annual gathering.Ordering his men, they stormed into the company, surrounding everyone. Panic and suppressed murmurs flew across the room as everyone who were in the hall couldn't believe their eyes.The city's most feared gang was here. And it only means one thing: Danger.Mr. Mickelson, dressed in a black suit and a hat, surveyed the scene with a cold, calculating gaze. His scar-face luteninat approached, whispering instructions to the henchmen. The plan was clear – locate Henry and Emily and bring them before Mickelson.The Millers who were having their own private gathering upstairs, enjoying a seemingly ordinary family gathering, were