Being sideways, I avoided it easily. I grabbed the foreman's arm to stop his movement.
At that time, he felt unprecedented pressure! The force seemed to crush his bones!
"You..." His face flushed out of pain. He gasped and then screamed.
I can't be soft on such a person. Only if you beat him to the ground would he fear you.
I gave him a kick in his lower belly and he flew out, slamming it hard on the ground with a dull thud.
"Oh..." The foreman was clutching his stomach in pain. His eyes were full of fear.
I did not stop but walked towards him. He was scared, pointing at me and stepping back.
"Don't... Don't come over! I am warning you!" He cried in horror.
I said nothing but looked at him without a trace of pity.
It meant to offend me if he offended my foster father. And the one offended had gone to hell.
I picked up a brick, came to him, and mercilessly hit his head.
"Ah!"
In a split second, the brick fell apart, and he let out a deafening scream. The blood trickled slowly down his head, looking extremely distressed and miserable.
Several of the foreman's men, too, were about to hit me, but when I cast my eyes on them, they seemed to see the greatest terror of their lives, drew back their eyes, and ran away with the foreman on their hands.
I breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the murderous intent in my heart, turned my head and threw a smile at my foster parents, "Mom, Dad! Let's go home!"
My Foster parents looked at me with complex eyes. There seemed to be fear, strangeness and confusion.
I knew they had never seen me so cruel, and it seemed to me that the foreman was not a man but an animal.
After the foreman left, my foster parents knew they couldn't work there anymore, so they took me home.
On the way back, we were talking and laughing. When my foster father suddenly asked me where I had been for the past five years, I suddenly became silent.
After a few moments, I forced a smile, "Oh... I went abroad to work."
"No wonder!" murmured my foster father.
After returning home, I found the decoration in the house changed a lot. I asked about Emelia, they told me, Emelia studied in an ordinary university in D City, and she would come back every night.
I was upset to hear that. Emelia was dreaming to study in the Capital City, she also has the ability. However, she was worried about her parents and applied Denton University secretly without tell her parents.
My foster mother cooked a sumptuous dinner, of which the dishes I loved to eat in those days. I devoured it like a beggar who hadn't eaten in days, without caring my image.
Emelia came back at night.
She pushed open the door, looking tired. My parents told me, after school, Emelia would have a part time in a restaurant.
Emelia was stunned when she saw me.
"Brother..." Emelia burst into tears.
"Emelia." I tried to hold back my tears.
In these five years, I had suffered a great deal, but I had never shed a tear, because the cruel world did not believe in tears.
But today, I cried like a sentimental woman for a long while.
In front of the most beloved person, I did not need to be strong or disguise. I was Jayden Hunter, not Hugo Ross.
"Brother!" Emelia rushed into my arms, patting my shoulder, crying, "You bastard! Where have you been for five years? Why did you run away from home? Do you know how much I miss you?"
They forgave me for being a coward when I was young, but I would never forget it.
I looked down at the scars on Emelia neck, feeling inexplicably painful.
On the fair flawless skin, the scar was extremely ferocious and dazzling, affecting the overall beauty, which was caused by my cowardice.
"I'm sorry." I felt deeply guilty.
Emelia raised her head, holding my face, said gently, "You changed. You are mature now."
In those five years, I had experienced a lot of hardships people cannot imagine in their lifetime, so I was inevitably mature.
At this touching moment, I held Emelia in arms, feeling each other's temperature. My foster parents showed a happy smile, turned their heads to wipe away tears.
With a burst of footsteps in the stairs, the door was suddenly kicked open. Emelia shivered out of fear, so did my foster parents.
A few people stood at the door. A young man with a ferocious face was holding a baseball bat, swept across the room, shouting, "Who hit the man?"
At his side, the foreman wrapped gauze in head pointed at me, said mercilessly, "It was this boy!"
Vincent Kelly looked at me coldly, walked to me, patted my face, and said in a defiant manner, "Did you hit him?"
I pulled Emelia in my back, said calmly, "Yes!"
At that moment, my foster father came forward and apologized, "I'm sorry that my son has offended you. You see..."
"You have no right to talk. Fuck off!" Before my foster father could finish his words, Vincent Kelly mercilessly interrupted him.
My foster father lowered his head and tried to speak again, but the foreman glared at him. He sighed helplessly and stepped aside.
"Brother, what's the matter?" Emelia at the back asked anxiously.
Vincent took a look at Emelia, hook up an evil smile, licked his lips, "Your brother wounded my man, or compensate ten thousand dollars, or you stay with me for one night."
Emelia was stunned suddenly, with eyes full of fear, as if to think of Franklin Young's fierce look in the private room that night five years ago.
I feel distressed and touched her head, smiling, "Relax. With me here, no one can't take you away."
Emelia was stunned, she saw incomparable confidence from my eyes.
The Jayden Hunter as timid as a mouse five years ago had long disappeared.
"Ok!" Emelia nodded with a smile, holding my arms tightly.
Vincent pressed his lips, said in dissatisfaction, "Say it, do you want to compensate with money or let your sister to have a meal with me?"
I turned my head calmly, looked at this annoying fly, said indifferently, "What if I choose neither of them?"
Vincent's eyes darkened, he said fiercely, "Then I can only break your leg!"
He had a dozen or so streetwalkers with dyed hair of every color, looking arrogant. After hearing Vincent's words, they drew out their weapons, pointed at me and were ready to fight with me.
My foster parents and Emelia was frightened by this group of people, but in my eyes, this group of people was the mole ants, who were not at same level of me.
I let Emelia stand aside to make a room for me, and then beckon Vincent indifferently, "Don't talk nonsense, just fight!"
Perhaps my tone was too contemptuous, Vincent flew into a rage and shouted, "Brothers, break his legs!"
At the word of command, more than a dozen people rushed toward me...