Chapter 116: Three ps to Teach You How to Behave!
Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Connor Cooper! You bastard! You’re worse than a beast! Chase is your sister!!!” Mori Jones suddenly became anxious. From her red eyes, tears welled up and flowed down.
But Connor Cooper smiled coldly, seemingly oblivious to the scene unfolding before him.
Shortly after, a girl wearing a school uniform was dragged over by three or four young men who looked a year or two younger than her.
The girl was unkempt, with bruises on her pretty face. Clearly, she had been ruthlessly beaten before being brought here.
Nevertheless, despite her condition, the girl was struggling valiantly.
“Mom! Mom! Mom! …” The moment the girl saw Mori Jones, she broke down in tears, her whole demeanor reflecting sheer panic.
“Chase!!!”
Seeing this, Mori Jones felt as if her heart was being pierced by a knife. The pain almost suffocating her.
“Ah, ah, ah… such heartwarming mother-daughter affection. It’s so fucking moving!” Connor Cooper said with a wicked smile, his face full of triumphant arrogance.
He walked over to Chase Jones, reached out his hand, gripped her jaw, and then yfully looked at Mori Jones.
“Does it hurt?” Connor asked with amusement.
“Connor Cooper! Let Chase go. I beg you, let her go. If you want to torment someone, torment me. Chase is innocent; she doesn’t know anything…” Mori Jones pleaded desperately.
Seeing Mori’s despair, Connor Cooper’s triumphant expression on his face only grew more intense.
“You want me to let her go? Okay. You and that jailbird each kowtow to me three times. Then make him cripple his arms!” Connor arrogantly dered.
In his eyes, with Chase Jones in his hands, he held all the cards. Even if White Mitchell was formidable, he dared noty a hand on him.
What he didn’t know was that in White Mitchell’s eyes, his actions were pathetically childish.
He waspletely ignorant of White’s true strength!
“Are you threatening me?” White Mitchell’s voice suddenly cut through the air.
“White, Chase is still…” Mori Jones began, worried for her daughter’s safety, but at this moment, White Mitchell was already slowly walking towards Connor Cooper.
Thud, thud, thud…
White Mitchell’s footsteps echoed, bouncing off the ears of everyone present.
Somehow, an unnatural silence descended upon the scene.
It felt almost as if White Mitchell’s footsteps weren’t just echoing in their ears, but also reverberating in their minds, inducing a sense of fear.
Gradually, some people grew fearful, their legs trembling uncontrobly.
“You… you… If you take one more step, I’ll snap her neck!” Connor drew a sharp breath, fear instantly washing over his face as he feebly threatened White Mitchell.
But White Mitchell, appearing like a grim reaper from hell, strode forwards fearlessly, step by step towards him.
A chill ran down Connor Cooper’s spine, his grip unconsciously tightening on
Chase.
Chase’s face instantly turned pale, her breathing rapid, gasping for air.
Boom!
At this moment, White Mitchell’s aura detonated, and an overwhelming tide of qi surged forth, as if threatening to crush everything in its path.
Connor’s face drained of color, instinctively trying to dodge, but before he could react, White Mitchell’s hand was already clenched around his throat.
“Ignorant!”
White Mitchell’s face turned ice-cold, his eyes radiating an indifferent look, chillingly like a merciless killing machine.
Connor, now in aplete panic, quickly let go of Chase Jones and tried to struggle free.
Regrettably, White Mitchell’s hand was as firm as a pair of pincers. Despite Connor’s struggles, it was futile.
He couldn’t free himself even with both hands, let alone just one.
“Le… let… let go, let… let go…”
Connor’s face turned purple, his eyes bulging, looking very pathetic. The minions Connor brought were all frozen in fear, none of them daring to intervene, their faces ashen.
At that moment, Connor felt real fear, a thousand, ten thousand times worse than the night before.
At this very moment, he felt as if he was standing at the gates of hell.
Just then, White Mitchell pped Connor across the face, “This p is to teach you respect.”
Smack!
Connor was befuddled, the p had him seeing stars.
But at that moment, White Mitchell didn’t stop. Smack! There came another p: “This one’s to teach you the meaning of fear.”
Having been pped square in the face twice, Connor was brewing with indignation.
Perhaps the ps had addled his brains, but he grew crazed.
“If you have the balls, kill me. Come on! If you kill me, you won’t be walking out that door! Come on, kill me!!!” Connor furiously cursed.
White Mitchell smirked coldly, looking at Connor as if he were an idiot. Then smack! A third p followed: “Thisst p is to teach you the meaning of ignorance!”
Bang!
A loud noise sounded as White Mitchell’s third p sent Connor flying into the Cooper Manor.
Maddox, who had been entertaining guests in the manor, was taken aback when he saw this. His face grew grim.
“Outrageous! Who dares to act so impudently in my house!!!”
Furious, Maddox stormed out, locking his gaze upon White Mitchell.
“Intolerable insolence! White Mitchell! You son of a bitch, do you really think I wouldn’t dare to kill you?!” Maddox barked, each word bouncing from his teeth.
His whole countenance disyed extreme anger, ready to burst at any moment.
Facing Maddox’s threat, there was no fear on White Mitchell’s face, just calm indifference.
Then he heard White speak: “What? I painstakingly discipline your grandson and you’re not grateful?”
Smack!
Upon hearing these words, fury consumed Maddox. The zing anger in his heart was palpable to everyone.
“Enough is enough!!!”
Maddox roared, following it with a shout, “Peak Martial Artist of my house, where are you!? Void their lives on the spot! Blood should be spilled!
I want him to never see tomorrow’s sun!!!”