The Undead Trillionaire Heir Wants Revenge

Chapter 6 || Vengeance Must Be Exacted.

“Men! I hate that ****ing thug. He thinks, just because he is a general and somehow married to our cousin, he can control us as he wishes. A**hole!” Ethan exclaimed as he made his way to the booth seat in front of Phil.

“It hurts more that Aunt takes his side than ours. She really thinks we will give up our shares in Black Mercury just because he needs it to take over the company. Hell no,” Aiden added, following him from behind and slumping into a chair with some girls, while a few bodyguards stood to watch.

“Men, I'm so angry right now. I could beat someone up,” Ethan said disgruntled, hitting his hand on the table. “I really wished that pauper… was his name? Yes, Phil, was here, so I could vent my anger on him,” Ethan added.

Phil listened with anger boiling inside, clutching his glass tightly as they talked. Memories of the insults and physical pain inflicted by the brothers haunted his thoughts.

“Yeah, I really loved beating the s**t out of that dog. I really wished he hadn't killed himself. By now, we would have been beating the hell out of him, instead of being here. Ahh, good times,” Aiden said, relaxing in his seat and calling the bartender.

“Hey, bring our usual,” he commanded, but was disappointed to find out that someone had already ordered it. That person happened to be sitting behind him.

“What do you mean it's been taken?” Aiden yelled at the bartender, making him shiver. “Who here could possibly pay half a million for a drink?” He asked, and the bartender pointed to Phil behind him. He turned his head, expecting to see a rich Arab billionaire, but instead, he saw a simple-looking man.

To the surprise of no one, he burst out laughing, and his brother looked at Phil and laughed as well.

Phil couldn't contain the anger brewing inside him at that moment. He wanted to confront them, but had his identity to protect. While they openly mocked him, he quietly sip his drink and hid his face.

“Okay…okay. Hey, you street dog. I don't know what bank you robbed to get the money to pay for that. But I want that bottle, and you out of my bar,” Aiden tried to intimidate Phil with his size and voice, but for once in years, Phil wasn't afraid of him. He continued drinking his shots, tuning out their voices.

“Are you f**king deaf, street dog? Give us the bottle!” Ethan yelled, prompting his bodyguards to prepare to go and attack Phil. They just needed a go-ahead order.

“Call me a street dog again, and I will snap that mouth of yours,” Phil threatened, and luckily, they didn't recognize his voice.

“Woah! Did this thing just threatened us? Talk back to us?” Ethan, the bigger one among the twins, stood up from his booth and made his way to where Phil was. He hoped to vent the anger he had within on Phil.

“I think we found our new punching bag, brother,” he said, smiling deviously, and hurled a punch at Phil. But Phil quickly caught his hands, used his force against him, tossed him on the table, and punched his face, breaking his nose.

Everybody who witnessed this was astonished by the sheer bravery of this common man. Disgracing a Sinclair, one of the city's most influential, was rare.

Seeing one of their men getting beaten up, the girls the Sinclairs brothers came with ran out of there.

At this point, the entire bar was eerily quiet, and all eyes were on the squabbling rivals. The two burly bodyguards that the twin brothers came with aimed their pistols at Phil.

“Who's next?” Phil asked coldly. His eye brows' shadow covered most of his face, while he face remained down. He exuded sheer power and wrath.

“Kill him, kill this bastard!” Ethan yelled through his bloody broken nose, and the guards open fire. But before Phil could sustain any damage, he quickly ducked, heaved himself over the booth, and disappeared into the bar dark regions.

“Go! Go check and kill him!” Aiden yelled from his booth.

As the guards proceeded to look behind the booth, a bottle smashed across one of their heads, and a bullet was fired. The bullet, however, didn't hit Phil but the other guard's leg.

The two guards fell to the floor in pain, writhing in agony. Phil looked at his hands and wondered how all of a sudden he was battle-smart and stealthy like a ninja.

The screams of the bar guests reverberated around the bar, as they ran into each other as they tried to make their way out of the bar. Phil made his way to the two brothers, who had scuttled cowardly to the edge of both booths, staring at him with fear-filled eyes.

“Please don't hurt me,” they both pleaded. It seemed like they didn't recognized him. How could they? He was far bulkier and more good-looking than before.

Glancing at the gun he held, at the petrified expression on the Sinclair brother's faces, and then at the racing guests, Phil had an epiphany about himself.

It's wasn't just that he didn't want to be Alexander Lord, or being Alexander Lord was just too sudden. It was that a big part of him was afraid of being a Lord.

His adopted mother taught him to be forgiving, kind, and caring, but if he becomes a Lord, he would embody everything that goes against the Lun's virtues and morals.

Also, being a Lord would entail a trillion-dollar responsibility. He would have to lead the knights and become a vengeful person, seeking revenge on all those who have ever wronged his family and him.

And honestly, now thinking about it, the prospect of all that doesn't sound that bad.

If he could witness this terrified expressions every day on the faces of the wealthy individuals—Lily, Eve, Ethan, Aiden, Darren—who had once oppressed him dearly, he would be very happy.

Moreover, if the murderers of his parents were on their knees, begging for mercy before he decided their fate, he would find greater inner peace than by forgiving them for their sins.

Satisfied with his verdict on the matter of vengeance. Phil dropped the gun and made his way out, and Aiden shouted out to him with a shaking mouth. “We will find you and make you pay, you f*cking bum. I promise you that!”

Phil spots four security guards matching towards him, and he swiftly took them out without breaking a sweat.

While knocking out the last guard, he paused, and glance back at Aiden.

“Come then. I will be waiting. Alexander Lord will be waiting,” Phil growled and disappeared.

He made his way outside to see his driver waiting for him with a smirk on his face. It looks like he was privy to whatever transpired inside.

Alex entered the car gracefully and with authority commanded, “Take me to Kate. I am ready to be a Lord now.”

The driver did as he was told, and in no time, they were at the Lord's mansion.