I’m Someone Else

Chapter 81

He had beaten up a lot of people, but not many would try to get back at him, so he wondered who was the one behind this.

One of the men looked at his leader. “So, can we do this now, Boss?”

“Bah, what’s the hurry? The young master hasn’t given his orders yet.” The leader looked at his lackey. He knew his employer was hooking up with his new girl, and they’d have to wait until he was done before they could do anything. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Since the fight was not starting just yet, Thomas looked at them in silence. He was still weak from the injuries he had received earlier, so he wanted to rest up for a bit.

Meanwhile, a man and a woman were lying in a messy bed in an expensive condo, which was located somewhere in the city center. The man picked up the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the TV. The screen showed Thomas facing off against a group of armed burly men. “It’s your birthday, and I have a present for you, babe.” He knew full well what Felice wanted. He figured she would stay loyal to him if he showed her this footage.

“Thomas? Oh, honey, I want him dead. Turn him into mincemeat! No, torture him before he dies!” Felice’s eyes shone when she saw what was happening on the screen. She hated Thomas’ guts, and if possible, she would like to kill him herself. Walt might just be using her as a fling, but they did date for eight years, and because of Thomas, he was amputated. All the wealth and power she gained through hard work disappeared. If it weren’t for the fact she was open enough to sleep around, she would never have hooked up with this guy, and she would be forced to live the life of a peasant.

“If you say so, babe.” The man smirked and ordered his men, “Do it.” He then hugged Felice.

“Thanks for the birthday present, honey! Tell you what, for now onward, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. If you know what I mean.”

The man laughed.

She smirked, thinking, I told you I’d make you pay the price, and now you’re going to die. Serves you right. Though, I have to say this man here is a sc*mbag, too. Walt used to work for his father, but he destroyed him for a woman. He’s cruel.

Her eyes were glued to the screen. The thought of seeing Thomas getting killed filled her with some sort of twisted satisfaction.

“So, are we doing this, Boss?” The burly men couldn’t take it anymore. They were going to enjoy their night lives when that young master told them to come here to do something, and now they were waiting for his orders. They were hoping he would make it quick since this was a waste of their time. In truth, they wouldn’t even listen to him if it weren’t for his father being their boss.

“Ah, shut it,” the leader roared. “Just wait for it!”

“Boss, I know he’s the young master, but we only take orders from his father; he can’t really tell us to do anything. Why do we even listen to him, anyway?”

“Will you shut it? Do you think I want to be here? He’s the boss’ only son and the future leader of the gang. If we disobey him, don’t you know what’ll happen once the boss retires? If we don’t take this chance to butter him up, he’s going to ditch us.”

The men shook their heads, sighing. Their leader had a point.

Thomas looked coldly at the phone the leader was holding. So, the mastermind wants a live show? Very well. Let’s see how you like it when your lackeys get their *sses handed to them.

The leader finally got serious. “Alright, we have our orders. Attack!”

The burly men charged ahead. They’d been waiting for this for a long time.

Felice’s eyes shone. Thomas, oh, Thomas. You think you’re an excellent fighter, eh? Let’s see how you fend off a group of armed men all by yourself!

“Do you see this, babe? Do you like this present I gave you? Now, come! Let us play once more!”

“Oh, you’re so naughty, honey.”

The men turned the TV off so it wouldn’t get in the way of their sexy time. Unbeknownst to him, the moment he turned the TV off, his lackeys started getting the beating of their lifetimes.

Thomas charged into the group and quickly gave them a beatdown, and none could even get close to him. In just a few minutes, everyone was already on the ground, rolling around and groaning in pain. Thomas did not hold back; he even broke these people’s limbs. He had no sympathy for them. They use their strength to hurt the innocent just to make money. In that case, I shall take their strength away. He picked up the leader’s phone and handed it to the thug. “Unlock this.”

The man quickly did as he was told, fear clutching his heart. Thomas looked at the screen, but the call had ended. “Who sent you?” he asked coldly.

“T-The young master…”

“And who is he?”

“Leslie Yam… The young master of the Yams. His father is… the boss of the Fierce Tigers…”

Thomas’ eyes glinted coldly. The Yams? Another family? I don’t remember getting on their bad side. What’s going on?