Chapter 444: A Complete Mess

The man looked at his cowardly display and sneered.

"Seeing as you’re so quick to admit you’re wrong, I’ll do you a favor and think of a solution... How about you cough up a million? A million for my dignity and for your worthless life. It’s a bargain for you, really."

The uncle was so scared he nearly died. "A million? Where would I get that much money? Sir, I’m just a delivery driver..."

"You don’t?"

The man nodded coolly.

"Then why the fuck are you wasting my time with this bullshit? Keep beating him!"

"All of you, use your fucking heads! What vital spots can you hit while he’s on the floor like that? How is that supposed to satisfy my anger? Aim for *that* spot. Make it so he can’t control himself but doesn’t have the goods to back it up. Just cripple him!"

The man had barely finished speaking when a group of his goons grabbed the uncle and flipped him over in one swift motion.

The uncle was now flat on his back, his most vulnerable parts exposed for all to see. He was about to die of panic.

"No! Don’t! You can’t do this! This is illegal! This is a hotel, and there are cameras everywhere outside! If you really hurt me, you won’t get away with it!"

One of the goons snorted with laughter.

"Are you fucking blind? Have you no idea who our boss, Flash, is? You think a lousy hotel and a few crappy cameras are going to scare him? Forget just crippling you. We could turn you into mincemeat today and nothing would happen, believe it or not."

The uncle was shaking like a leaf, too terrified to speak.

"Huh? B-b-but..."

Flash barked, "Still wasting your breath on him? Do I need to prove myself to this piece of shit? Do it already!"

As soon as he spoke, one of the goons stomped on the uncle’s stomach.

The uncle let out a howl of pain and doubled over like a shrimp.

Before he could even recover, someone grabbed his legs and pulled him straight again.

The goon raised his foot again, and the uncle was so frightened he became a blubbering mess.

"Stop! Stop hitting me! I’ll stop with the bullshit, okay? I’ll stop talking! Boss, just give me a chance! Give me a chance, let’s talk! Can you ask for a little less? It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, I really don’t have the money. I’m just a delivery driver, I..."

The actress seized the opportunity to step forward.

"It’s true he’s a delivery driver, but so is his wife, his son, and his daughter and son-in-law. Darling," she said, "yesterday, when he was trying to scam me, he told me his whole family makes at least sixty thousand a month combined. That’s hundreds of thousands a year. They’ve been in Veridia for so many years, how could he possibly not have a million? He’s just lying to you."

"Shut up! You let yourself get scammed like that, and you still have the nerve to talk?"

Flash shoved the actress aside, strode forward, and planted his foot on the uncle’s face.

"Looks like I was thinking too small. I asked for too little, huh? Can’t come up with a million? Fine, make it two million. Say one more word, and it’s three million. You want to mess with me? Today, I’m going to let you see which is harder: your mouth or my fist."

The uncle was about to start bargaining again, but the man pressed down harder with his foot, distorting his face so much he couldn’t get a single word out.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

’I’ll do it, I’ll do it!’

Only then did the man let him go.

A couple of goons grabbed the uncle by the arms, hauled him up, and then kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to kneel before the man.

Flash tossed a card onto the floor at his feet.

"Don’t say a word. You have ten minutes to transfer the money to this card. Otherwise, you can get ready to be turned into mincemeat."

Surrounded by more than a dozen men, the uncle knew he was no match for them. Afraid the price would go up again if he said anything, he could only tremble with resentment as he fumbled with his phone.

’Technology is so advanced these days,’ he thought. ’Even if I transfer the money, they won’t be able to withdraw it. As soon as I’m out of this room, I’ll call the police.’

Soon, Flash’s phone rang. It was a notification that the money from Faye Fisher had arrived.

Flash hung up, kicked the uncle over, and wrapped an arm around the actress. With a wave to his goons, he left.

Once he figured they were in the elevator, the uncle scrambled to his feet and frantically pulled on his clothes.

Dressed, he rushed out the door, fumbling with his phone to call the police.

But just as he stepped out of the room, he heard a familiar woman’s voice.

"Mmm~ stop it~ you’re so naughty~"

’Why does that sound so much like my wife?’

He followed the sound with his eyes. A man and a woman were standing in the doorway of a room diagonally across the hall to his left.

The man was tall and well-built. Though his back was turned and his face wasn’t visible, the uncle could tell he had a good physique and a refined air about him. He was dressed smartly.

The woman was short and fat, with a bloated figure. She wore a floral dress that looked cheap at first glance and carried an equally cheap-looking white purse. Despite this, she was leaning against the man with a flirtatious expression, acting coy.

’Who else could it be but his wife?’

The uncle thought he must be hallucinating from the beating and the fright.

’My wife is so ugly, how could any man possibly be interested in her? And what’s she doing here of all places?’

He blinked hard and looked again. It was still her.

His lips trembling, he managed to call out, "Agnes!"

Agnes’s body went stiff, and she turned her head instinctively.

The moment she saw him, the color drained from her face.

The uncle’s appearance was so sudden that she didn’t know how to react. All she could do was rush the man beside her.

"Open the door, quick! Why aren’t you opening the door?"

The actor wrapped one arm around her thick waist and used his other hand to tilt her chin up.

"What’s the rush? So eager to get with me... hmm? You little minx. I just wanted to tease you at the door for a bit. I love seeing you so impatient. Well? Am I not a bad boy? Don’t you just love it?"

A minute ago, she had indeed loved it. But now, Agnes was panicking.

"Hurry up and open the door! Quick! If you don’t open it now, I’m leaving!"

As she spoke, she reached for the key card in the man’s hand, intending to open the door and hide inside. But before she could, the uncle rushed up behind her and yanked her hair.

"So it is you, Agnes! You bitch! Don’t you fucking take a look at yourself? Running out here to find another man, to cuckold me? I’m going to beat you to death!"

Agnes’s scalp screamed in pain. She stumbled back two steps and slapped him across the face.

"Are you crazy? You’re tearing my hair out! Let go of me! I... what did I do to you? There’s nothing going on between us! I was just making a delivery! Am I not even allowed to make deliveries anymore?"

"Making a delivery? Does making a delivery mean falling into another man’s arms? Does it mean canoodling with him? Do you take me for a fucking idiot?"

Having just been extorted, only to turn around and see his wife cheating on him, the uncle was about to go insane with rage. After yelling at Agnes, he pointed a finger at the actor’s nose.

"Who the fuck are you? You dare mess with my wife? I’ll kill you today!"

He let go of Agnes and was about to attack the actor when the group that had just left suddenly came back.

Not only had they returned, but they had also brought a beautiful, fiery woman with perfectly applied makeup with them.

The woman was at the head of the group, shouting at them from down the hall.

"Caught you red-handed, didn’t you? I followed you all the way from outside the hotel! You slut! You’re ugly and fat, yet you still have the nerve to seduce my husband? I’m not letting you get away with this today!"