Chapter 503

The thumping, violent heartbeat accelerated his metabolism and also made young Eugene quite a bit more sober.

He lay half-reclined on the floor of the van, maintaining a side-lying posture, his eyes staring at the person sitting beside him in the darkness.

At this very moment, he was incomparably regretful, just like that bad kid who couldn't even finish high school because he wouldn't listen; he was full of remorse for his past life and rebellion.

He not only wanted to cry now, but he also wanted to shit.

The car sped along with slight bumps; he didn't say who he was, nor did he make a loud noise, just maintaining his composure.

Composure was the last thing he could control.

There weren't many cars on the roads of New Jincheng at night, and coupled with constantly running red lights, the car's speed soon dropped.

With a clatter, the door was opened from the outside, and someone suddenly grabbed his hair and dragged him out.

He had to actively cooperate to make it easier for himself to be dragged out.

He collapsed on the ground; the dim light illuminated some of the surrounding environment; this should be a back alley, somewhere in the city.

His ears were filled with the sound of a heartbeat like a drum; he was incredibly nervous.

"Help him up and take him to see the boss."

Someone spoke, and immediately two people grabbed him from left and right and walked toward a small door.

There was a dim light bulb above the door, with the words "Number Sixty-Six" written on it.

The hinges made an unbearable sound as the door slowly opened; from inside came faint music, as well as a pungent aroma of alcohol and the smell of tobacco.

The sound from under his feet also changed from the friction between shoe soles and the concrete ground to the impact between shoe soles and the floor.

Soon, he was brought to a room; there were some people in the room, sitting on the sofa or standing to the side.

The phonograph on the corner cabinet was playing the most fashionable music; just by listening, one could tell that the person singing this song not only had talent in singing but must have also inherited the ancestors' ability to pick cotton well.

The slow-tempo, melodious singing could soothe people's moods, but at this moment, he only had terror.

"Lanse..."

The person in the middle of the crowd held a wine glass; when his half-smiling gaze looked over, young Eugene couldn't stand steadily anymore.

If it were some other force wanting to blackmail him or extort his family, he would still have a way to deal with it.

But Lanse and the Lanse family—he was already in despair.

"Give our friend a chair; he doesn't seem able to stand and answer our questions," Lanse instructed, and immediately someone took a chair and placed it in the middle of the room, and then young Eugene was thrown onto it.

"It looks like you should know who I am," Lanse placed the wine glass on the coffee table, "Give him a drink; he needs to relax."

Immediately someone poured a glass of alcohol and placed it in young Eugene's hand; Lanse gestured for him to take a sip, and he hesitated a bit.

But immediately after, a punch landed on his face, directly knocking him off the chair and onto the ground!

The alcohol in his hand naturally spilled all over the floor.

"This is why I said never to lay carpet in my office, damn it!" Lanse sat there laughing and said, and the people around him burst into laughter.

"Now it's alcohol; maybe in a while it will be urine, or even blood; any place with you bastards is not suitable for laying floors."

Lanse complained, "By the way, there are also cigarette butts!"

Everyone laughed again, and young Eugene was helped up and sat on the chair again.

Lanse walked to his side with a wine bottle; someone stuffed a wine glass into his hand again, and Lanse personally poured him some alcohol.

"Drink it, and you'll feel better."

Young Eugene, whose cheeks hurt unbearably, finally decided to obey Lanse's order; he held the wine glass with both hands and drank the alcohol in big gulps, then held the glass somewhat at a loss, looking at Lanse.

Lanse took the wine glass from his hand and then placed it on the table beside him along with the wine bottle.

He returned to the sofa and sat down, "Actually, there is no direct hatred between us; it's just that your father did things he shouldn't have done, implicating you and your family."

"Tell me, where is Eugene hiding now? I guarantee that you and your mother won't be involved in this matter."

Young Eugene remained silent; he actually admired his father very much; this feeling was like "I Have a Gangster Father," making him receive superior respect at school and in society!

He loved his father, but a young man who had just reached adulthood didn't know how to express it well; his father had done a lot for him, and now it was his turn to do something for his father.

He gathered his courage, looked up at Lanse, "I won't say."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all burst into laughter; some even laughed until they had tears in their eyes!

For some reason, seeing these people laugh, a sense of anger arose in young Eugene's heart; he emphasized and strengthened his determination again; this time it was his turn to protect his father!

"I—"

"Won't say a single word!"

After laughing for a while, Lanse shook his head, "Who will help our young friend confirm it?" "I will!" Dai Wen, who was standing in the corner, walked out of the crowd; as a newly promoted captain, he knew his positioning very well.

Having ambition, ability, and being observant—this was why he could be here.

Lanse wasn't afraid of people with ambition; he was only afraid of people with ambition but no ability sitting in positions they shouldn't be in.

As long as he could keep growing stronger, then even if these people had more ambition, they could only be driven by him!

Dai Wen took off his coat, revealing the coffee-colored vest and clean shirt underneath.

He had never worn such good clothes in his life until he joined the Lanse family.

He seriously rolled up his sleeves and then took a pair of pliers and a towel from someone else's hand.

Amidst young Eugene's anxiety, Dai Wen used the towel to wrap young Eugene's hand and then let the pliers clamp onto one of his fingers.

Young Eugene's gaze shifted from his hand covered by the towel to Dai Wen's eyes; the two stared at each other for more than a second, and immediately after, young Eugene let out a miserable scream he had never made in his life!

Ah ah ah ah...

The phonograph in the corner was still turning soothingly; the vocal addition brought by the cotton-picking little expert race gave the music a soul.

The gentlemen sitting or standing by the sofa held wine glasses, held cigarettes, and watched with a smile as the young man less than five meters away from them struggled and screamed!

The distance between civilization and barbarism is sometimes much closer than people imagine!

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I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few minutes, or maybe ten-plus minutes later, Dai Wen, who was already sweating, spread out the towel, and the pliers clamped onto young Eugene's other finger; just as he was about to exert force, young Eugene couldn't hold on anymore.

He was much weaker than he had imagined; he had already held on as much as he could until now.

The fingertips of the five fingers on his right hand were almost shattered!

"I..."

He just made a sound, and Lanse raised his hand to let Dai Wen stop, "Our friend seems to want to say something."

His lips moved, and he was quiet for four or five seconds without speaking, seemingly still struggling internally, but the next second the heart-wrenching pain struck again, and he couldn't resist anymore!

"We are staying at..."

He said the location where they were currently hiding; Lanse glanced at Hiram, and the latter stood up with his men and left the room.

Lanse had someone give young Eugene a shot of special painkiller, and he felt much better all of a sudden.

Young Eugene just kept crying, not because of the pain, but because of himself who feared the pain and his own weakness!

He was very regretful, regretful why he didn't hold on a bit longer, but once he thought of that piercing pain, he felt he really couldn't hold on.

At this time, Eugene in the apartment sat withered on the dining chair, smoking; there were already many cigarette butts at his feet; he hadn't called Shi Dong.

At this time, Shi Dong should have been asleep, and he still held a glimmer of wishful thinking.

He knew he shouldn't have had these thoughts, and he should have told Shi Dong in time, but he just felt that his son would come back!

Everything would be fine!

He glanced sideways at his wife, but said nothing.

Time passed bit by bit; seeing that it was already late at night, Eugene looked much more decadent.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening made him breathe a heavy sigh of relief; he glared at his wife, who was full of surprise, although it had no deterrent effect because his face was full of shallow smiles.

He walked to the door with a straight face, waiting for the moment the door opened to let his son know what fatherly love was.

As the door was pushed open, both the people inside and the people outside were stunned for a moment.

Then Eugene slowly raised both hands.

Ten-plus minutes later, Eugene met Lanse.

"I can explain..." He kept explaining as soon as they met, "I just had people go find a boxer; I didn't say to let them cheat!"

Lanse looked at him and asked, "Do you believe it yourself?"

Eugene was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly, "What I said is true, I swear!"

Lanse shook his head and said, "God is not worth much!"

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance; fight nine rounds with my brother Ethan."

"As long as you can survive, I'll let you go."

"This is your atonement!"

Eugene looked at the huge figure standing under the light; he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked back at his family, and finally gritted his teeth and took off his coat.

He knew that at this time, saying anything was useless.

At this moment, he had no dissatisfaction with his wife, no anger at his child, only the desire to live.

No boxing gloves, no protective gear, only bare fists.

When he stood opposite Ethan, he felt the kind of oppression he absolutely couldn't feel under the ring!

Ethan grinned, "Beat me to death, or be beaten to death by me!"

(End of chapter)