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F***, what’s happening?
Isn’t that old man who’s kowtowing every three steps until his head had injured God-father - Gavin Zachary?
God-father, what is happening? Why are you kowtowing down here?
He had never seen his God-father so humiliated in his entire life!
Aaron and Michael, too, were instantly shocked when they recognized that the man was indeed Gavin Zachary.
The figure that they had looked up to in the past was now kowtowing to the Linton Group to apologize...
The Linton Group of the present had become so powerful.
“God-father! What are you doing, God-father?” Henry yelled anxiously, “Why do you kowtow to them?”
When Gavin lifted his head and saw Henry, he was too furious for words.
F***, no wonder Zeke brought me here.
The reason must be because Henry was causing trouble here.
The reason behind all this was because Henry had wanted to get Lacey to marry him. If Henry had not instigated
him to take on Zeke, then he, Gavin Zachary, would not have ended up this way.
Henry was the cause of this catastrophe!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith that thought in mind, Gavin could no longer be bothered about kowtowing, instead, he raced upstairs like a
crazy man, and with one kick, send Henry tumbling on the floor. “F***, you son-of-a-b****, you have caused me
immense misery.”
Earlier, Henry was shot in the leg, and now Gavin had kicked him with ferocity. Because of that, his body rolled on
the ground a few times before hitting the wall and finally stopped.
Henry then spoke with bloodshot eyes, “God-father, why are you beating me up? Zeke is our enemy.”
Henry then spoke with bloodshot eyes, “God-father, why are you beating me up? Zeke is our enemy.”
His godfather, Gavin, scolded, “Damn you, Mr. Williams is my boss, not my enemy!”
“If you dare offend my boss, I’ll thrash you.”
Gavin Zachary moved forward and kicked him again and again.
What?
All sorts of thoughts stormed through the minds of Henry and the Hinton family.
Gavin Zachary, the man who controlled the lifeline of Eastend’s wealth and prosperity, actually referred to Zeke as
his boss.
In other words, Zeke was now the one controlling the economic lifeline of Eastend!
How long had it been since they last saw him that he had progressed to such heights?
Sh**, we have taken on the wrong man.
Zeke was displeased, “Are you inflicting your own Godson to gain my sympathy? If so, the infliction is insufficient.”
Nevertheless, Gavin was not trying to gain Zeke’s sympathy. He had really wanted to thrash Henry.
But since Zeke had indicated that the infliction was not serious enough, Gavin decided to inflict more pain.
Therefore, he got hold of the chair nearby and rammed it violently against Henry’s leg.
Crack!
Henry’s leg broke, and it was so painful that he screamed frantically, “My leg... My leg...”
Yet Gavin did not relent, and he crushed the chair down again on the other leg.
Crack!
The other leg was broken as well.
At that moment, Henry was in such pain that he lost his voice, and his eyes rolled upwards. A gurgling sound came
from his throat as if he might go into shock at any moment.
After all that, Gavin turned towards Zeke cautiously, asking, “Mr... Mr. Williams, are you satisfied?”
Zeke replied, “Scram.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Ah, ok.” Gavin crawled out of the room.
“What joy!” Hadley, who was at one corner, laughed aloud.
Zeke glanced at the bullet wound on Hadley’s leg and asked, “Hadley, when did you become so merciful?”
“He shot at you, and you are not going to avenge yourself?”
It was then when Hadley came to her senses. Dragging her injured leg, she went towards Henry, step by step.
The dagger in her hand swirled around in circles like a dancer.
“This dog looks fair and tender. He must have seduced many girls before.”
“Today, I shall mete out heaven’s punishment to him on behalf of my gender.
Soon, the dagger in her hand moved deftly over Henry’s face as if in a crazy dance.
After three minutes...
Henry’s face was no longer recognizable. It was a mess of blood and flesh, totally marred and different from what it
was. Even after recovering from the injuries, his face would be full of scars.
“NO! ARGGHHHHHHHHH!”
Henry let out a blood-curdling scream, and then he fainted.
His livelihood depended on his looks, so if his face were disfigured, he would not be able to make a living.
For him, to be disfigured was literally worse than death.
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