Chapter 341 - 340: A Knife Hurts the Most When It Stabs You

The woman with the inverted-triangle face carried on with her rant, and it wasn’t until her mouth grew dry that she realized the atmosphere had grown unnervingly cold.

Peeking up, she saw that the gangsters were all staring at her, their faces devoid of expression. She quickly shut her mouth.

Felix’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. "Why’d you stop? Run out of things to say, or just thirsty? Need me to have someone get you a glass of water?"

’This family of three really has some nerve. Most people would be screaming and fighting for their lives if they were kidnapped, but this family... they’re something else.’

’One of them was sleeping in the trunk, another treats a basement full of torture instruments like the town gossip mill, and while the wife is running her mouth, the husband is dozing off, his head about to hit the floor.’

The woman gave a sheepish grin. "No, no, that’s alright. I’ll shut my mouth."

"Since you’re done talking, I suppose it’s my turn." Felix casually pulled a retractable baton from the waistband of a nearby subordinate and took a slow step forward. "You know, Ma’am, I’m not very happy with what you said."

"You see, I’ve been with my Family Head for over nine years now, so I’ve picked up a thing or two about her way of doing things."

"And do you know which lesson I’ve perfected? It’s that... the best way to punish a person is to hurt the one they love most. Especially right in front of them."

Yvonne: ’...Just great. So this is how they represent me to the outside world, is it?!’

"Wh-what are you going to do?! It’s against the law to assault people!" the woman stammered, cowering and trembling.

"Oh? So you know about the law, do you? Then surely you know it’s also illegal to force yourself on a woman?"

Felix lightly tapped Walter’s knee with the baton. "I’m not one to go against a lady’s wishes, so I’ll let you choose. Left or right?"

"No! Don’t hit my son! He’s just a child! If you have to hit someone, hit me! I’m tough, I can take a beating!"

The woman scrambled sideways, trying to shield Walter with her own body.

Felix shot a look to the side, and a subordinate immediately stepped forward, dragged the woman away, and gagged her.

"Putting on a ’mother’s-love-is-strong’ act? A pity. I don’t hit worthless women. Especially not a worthless woman... who treats her own daughter as one."

"As for him being ’just a child’... are we talking about the sixteen-year-old ’child’ who steals, extorts, bullies his classmates, and harasses his teachers and female students? If so, yeah, he’s a real ’child,’ all right."

Felix put on a smile that looked utterly harmless. "Time’s a-wasting, Ma’am. Since you won’t choose, and I’m terribly indecisive myself, I guess we’ll just have to leave it to fate, shall we?"

The surrounding subordinates shivered. ’We told him to learn from the best, not to copy her whole damn act, for crying out loud!’

’When the Family Head smiles, it’s a gilded dagger—beautiful and deadly. Why is it that when you do it, it’s like a potent laxative that makes us sick to our stomachs!?’

’And another thing, could you stop copying the way the Family Head uses those little filler words?! It’s seriously gag-inducing!’

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"Alright, kiddo, let’s play a little game. This game is called..."

Felix tapped the baton back and forth on either side of Walter’s knees. "Ee-ny, mee-ny, mi-ny, moe..."

Before he could finish the rhyme, a puddle of pale yellow liquid suddenly appeared on the floor, and the fabric between Walter’s legs darkened a shade.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Walter shook his head frantically, his face a mask of terror.

"Tsk. Can’t even control your own bladder. A guy like you dares to call himself Walter? You really are just a giant mama’s boy, aren’t you? I think you should just wear diapers from now on."

Felix wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Now look what you did. I have to start over, and this time it won’t be random, you know. Ee-ny, mee-ny, mi-ny, moe, who I pick is... you."

As the final word, "you," left his lips, Felix’s baton came crashing down on Walter’s knee.

"Urk!"

Walter’s pupils contracted violently as the pain from his knee shot through every nerve ending in his body.

The veins on his temples and neck bulged as his body instinctively curled in on itself.

"Tsk. It’s been too long since I’ve done this kind of manual labor. I’m a little rusty. It only broke, it didn’t shatter." Felix prodded the knee casually, then turned to the woman with a tone of feigned helplessness.

"We originally just wanted to bring your family in for a chat. We had no intention of hurting anyone. But you just had to run your filthy mouth, and you assume everyone else is as vile-minded as you are."

"So, I had no choice but to step in and dispense a little justice. A small punishment to teach a big lesson. But don’t you worry, I’ll pay for his medical expenses in full. Once my job is done, I’ll send him to the hospital. I promise I won’t let him get patched up just so he can go right back to his evil ways."

Subordinate: ’Ew, talk about rubbing salt in the wound~’

"What are you all gawking at?" Felix said in a cold voice. "Untie her. It’s time for our dear Walter to have his mommy tuck him in. Honestly, you people have no initiative!"

At his command, a subordinate hauled the woman to her feet and tossed her in front of Walter.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!!"

The woman’s eyes filled with worry as she moved closer, wanting to check on his condition.

"Ugh!"

Walter glared at her with resentment, shuffling away through the pain. He didn’t want her to touch him in the slightest.

Catching Walter’s increasingly resentful gaze out of the corner of his eye, Felix’s lips curled in satisfaction.

’You only feel the knife when it’s cutting your own skin.’

’And only the person you love most knows just where to stick it to make you bleed the most.’

’Since this whole family was rotten, they might as well be chained together for eternity and drag each other down to Hell.’

Felix walked over to Mark Ward and squatted down, pulling the sock from his mouth. He sighed dramatically.

"Mr. Ward, sorry to keep you waiting," he said. "After all that commotion, we can finally get down to business. That wasn’t easy, was it?"

Mark Ward’s face was a mask of misery. "Sir, could you at least give us a hint? We honestly have no idea how we could have offended you!"

"Whoa there, you can’t just throw labels like that around," Felix chided. "We’re all law-abiding citizens here. There’s no question of ’offending’ anyone. And even if there were, we’d leave that to the justice system, wouldn’t we?"

Felix said gently, brushing a speck of non-existent dust from Mark Ward’s shoulder.

"Ah, yes, yes! You’re absolutely right! I’m not an educated man, my brain’s a little slow. I misspoke..." Mark Ward chuckled nervously. "So, the reason you brought us here is...?"

Felix scoffed inwardly. ’’A little slow?’ I’d say his brain is working just fine.’

"Oh, it’s nothing major. My Family Head just has a few little questions she’d like you to answer for her."

Yvonne: ’Who are you calling old?! I’m asking you, who are you calling old?!’

"Ask away! Please, ask away!" Mark Ward said hurriedly. "I’ll tell you anything I know!"

Felix propped his chin on one hand. "I hear you have an older brother named Ken Ward. How well do you know him?"