Sam fell, but quickly he got up. "Such a weak punch, do you want to brag about it? You're too weak, you're just too proud of yourself," Sam sneered. He pointed to his own cheek. "I'm sure you're still not satisfied, so hit me more than this," he said.
Without responding to Sam's words, Jonathan punched him in the face again. This time, he also kicked Sam in the stomach, causing him to fall back.
"Get up! Stand up straight! How can I beat you if you're lying there like a lazy bum?" Jonathan taunted. He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Then he grabbed Sam's shirt, staring sharply at him. "Your day is over! This time, I won't hold back," he said coldly.
"Big talker," Sam didn't care at all that Jonathan was almost going berserk. He continued to provoke the wild man. "In my eyes, you just want to look cool in front of Madelin. You really shouldn't behave annoyingly like this, cheap gigolo," Sam intentionally baited.
BRAK
Sam's body was thrown far away; he almost lost consciousness. Jonathan meant business.
"I should just rip your mouth open. You come from a rich family, yet your character is so bad. You've embarrassed your own family. Tsk tsk ... I pity you." Jonathan kicked Sam's head, almost knocking him out.
"Get up! I'm not done with you yet. Don't be a wimp!" Jonathan slapped Sam's cheek hard. "You're not allowed to die yet, until I beat you to death."
"You ... you're just a madman!" With his remaining strength, Sam still managed to curse Jonathan.
"I'm really fed up with you. I'm sure when you're in hell later, you'll still find time to curse. No wonder someone like you won't end up in a place like heaven. You're the devil's friend!" Jonathan grabbed Sam's hair forcefully, making him scream in pain.
"You bastard!" Sam, not wanting to lose, suddenly grabbed Jonathan's hair.
Jonathan, surprised, immediately tried to free Sam's hand from his hair.
"I'LL MAKE YOUR HEAD BALD, YOU GIGOLO!" Sam yelled while pulling Jonathan's hair forcefully.
"LET GO, YOU CRAZY MAN!" Jonathan automatically pulled Sam's hair even harder.
From there, an unexpected fight broke out between the two men. Madelin, seeing the hair-pulling actions between Sam and Jonathan, felt like intervening.
"Damn, did their genders switch in an instant?" Madelin muttered incredulously.
"QUICKLY LET GO!" Sam urged in disgust.
"YOU LET GO FIRST!" Jonathan, not wanting to lose, still tried to free himself from Sam.
"I'll count from one to three, then we'll let go at the same time. Understand?" Sam gave the signal.
"Yes, do it quickly, you bastard!" Jonathan quickly responded.
Sam was about to release his hand from Jonathan's hair, and vice versa. However, shortly after, they both started pulling each other's hair again, each one.
"YOU DAMN BASTARD, I TOLD YOU TO LET GO! WHY ARE YOU STILL PULLING MY HAIR?!" Sam cursed.
"YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT, YOU SHOULD KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS AWAY FROM MY HAIR!" Jonathan retorted angrily.
The bizarre altercation between the two men had finally pushed Madelin over the edge. Madelin stepped forward and intervened, separating the two crazed men. She even slapped each of their cheeks very hard.
"If you still pride yourselves as men, I suggest you stop behaving so feminine like this. Both of you are truly entertaining," Madelin sarcastically remarked.
After pulling apart Sam and Jonathan who were hair-pulling each other, Madelin then pulled Jonathan's hand away from Sam.
"You should take me, Madelin. You're my wife, this is unfair. Why are you siding with scum like him!" protested Sam.
"Instead of thinking about that, you should worry about yourself. Aren't you aware that you can still protest with your body and face covered in blood like that?" Madelin stared flatly at Sam.
Sam acted as if he didn't hear Madelin's words, instead, he tried to pull Madelin away from Jonathan.
"BACK OFF, YOU BASTARD!" Jonathan had already stepped in to block Sam.
Sam reluctantly backed off. However, it was clear that he was still trying to take Madelin away.
"Sam, you should leave. I don't think there's any point in you causing a scene here," Madelin urged Sam to leave.
"But Madelin ... I still haven't explained everything to you. Please give me a chance. I won't leave until you listen to my explanation," Sam was stubborn and didn't want to leave.
"Very stubborn," Madelin muttered in annoyance. "Look over there, Sam. Frankly, I don't want to deal with your employer. Are you happy making me suffer?" Madelin told Sam to look in the direction she was pointing.
"What do you mean?" But soon Sam followed Madelin's direction. And there he found Flora standing in front of her car, looking very angry.
"You better go over there. I really don't want to deal with your mistress," Madelin then walked past Sam with Jonathan.
"Wait!" Sam intercepted, still trying to hold Madelin's hand.
"Let go." Madelin looked at Sam coldly. Meanwhile, Jonathan had already let go of Sam's hand from Madelin's hand. "Before you face me, you must first settle your business with that woman." After that, Madelin completely ignored Sam and left with Jonathan.
After Madelin and Jonathan left, Sam fell down weakly to the ground. His face was pale. There he didn't realize that Flora had walked towards him.
"What are you doing here? Are you trying to run away from me?" Flora asked coldly.
Sam didn't answer; he seemed to be busy lamenting his misfortune.
Flora, impatient, immediately grabbed Sam's throat. "If you don't answer, I'll end your life here," she said seriously.
"Cough ... cough ... of course ... trying ... to escape ... from you ...." Sam tried to free Flora's hand from his neck.
Flora's face suddenly turned sad. "Why are you trying to leave me?" she asked with a disappointed voice.
"Because I don't like you," Sam weakly replied.
Flora fell silent. Her hand immediately slipped away. She looked very disappointed. "Get up. Let's go home," she ordered Sam.
Sam didn't move. Flora slapped the man, but Sam still didn't budge. So, in the end, Flora had to forcibly inject Sam with a sedative that she always carried everywhere. Until finally, Sam passed out, and she carried him into the car.
***
Rave bit his own lip hard. The young man didn't even realize how fresh blood appeared due to his actions.
He knew he should have helped Mr. Fred who was dying. But because of the agreement he had made with Mrs. Lily, he couldn't do anything.
"Rave ... you ... Rave, right?" Weakly, Mr. Fred confirmed that the young man who carried him into the car was Rave.
Rave remained silent. Instead, he accelerated the car. At the moment, he felt completely messed up. There was no other choice for him.