Chapter 211
Chapter 211:
Perplexed by the strange looks from those nearby, Roger began to turn around, intending to ask his father what was going on.
But before he could, a sudden force from behind kicked him out of his wheelchair, sending him crashing to the ground.
Roger’s leg, still unhealed, throbbed with pain from the unexpected fall.
Gritting his teeth against the sharp sting, he turned over and spat out angrily, “Who the hell did that? Are you looking for a death wish?”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Roger realized the person who had kicked him was none other than his own father, Slater!
His anger vanished in an instant, replaced by confusion. He looked up at his father and asked, bewildered, “Dad, what are you doing?”
Slater didn’t bother to explain. His voice was cold and unyielding as he ordered, “Apologize to Ashton now! If you don’t, consider yourself no longer my son.”
Liam, who had been watching from the sidelines, grew impatient and snapped, “Did you not hear him? Get down on your knees! If you hesitate for more than three seconds, I’ll sever your hands and toss them into the moat to feed the fish!”
To emphasize his threat, Liam grabbed a machete from one of his subordinates and pointed it menacingly at Roger.
Slater merely snorted, showing no intention of intervening.
Roger, still clueless about the sudden turn of events, realized he couldn’t afford to delay any longer.
Terrified, he scrambled toward Ashton, dropped to his knees, and pleaded, “I know I was wrong, Ashton! I swear I’ll be completely obedient this time. Please, spare me!”
Despite the gravity of the situation, a few people couldn’t suppress their laughter as they watched Roger kowtow to Ashton, begging for mercy.
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Yet, amidst the chuckles, one thing became abundantly clear to everyone present: it was a grave mistake to cross Ashton.
Ashton had successfully dealt with the gang issue, giving them clear instructions to await further orders.
Slater, relieved of the immense burden after Ashton showed leniency, quickly departed the scene, dragging along his inept son and their subordinates.
Turning to Liam, who had lingered behind, Ashton said, “Alright, the favor you owed me is now settled. There’s nothing more for you here, so you can head back.” With that, Ashton prepared to leave, intending to recruit some workers for the construction project.
However, Liam showed no sign of departing. Instead, he trailed closely behind Ashton, an unusual eagerness in his steps.
“Hey, Ashton,” Liam called out with a smile. “I heard you’re short on manpower. You don’t need to go looking elsewhere. We’ve got plenty of hands right here.”
Ashton eyed Liam and his group with skepticism. “Are you sure you guys are up for it?”
Liam nodded vigorously. “We might not be skilled in the finer aspects of construction, but we can definitely handle moving bricks, mixing cement, and that sort of thing. We don’t need much money—just enough food to fill our bellies and a couple of bottles of booze.”
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