Chapter 1795: The Employer Says So

Lucian and Roxanne refused to open the door. Outside, Felix continued calling, his voice increasingly desperate and laced with fear. He glared at his son, then struck him hard on the head.

“Ouch! Dad, why did you hit me?” the boy cried, bewildered by his father's sudden meekness, so unlike his usual ruthlessness. Before the boy could recover, Felix yelled, “Get down on your knees! Ask Mr. Farwell and Ms. Jarvis for forgiveness!”

The boy hesitated, shaking his head. “Why should I apologize? I didn't do anything wrong. The girl is fine, isn't she?” Felix, enraged by his son's lack of remorse, slapped him repeatedly until the boy wailed.

The commotion outside intensified, causing Lucian to frown. “I can't believe he's still trying to gain our pity. His son shows no remorse. I will never forgive him!” Roxanne, equally angered by the boy's refusal to apologize, trembled with rage.

Lucian eventually called security, and guards removed Felix and his son. Outside, Felix shouted, “It seems Mr. Farwell and his family won't accept our apology. Regardless, we've fulfilled the police's punishment. He doesn't even want compensation!”

He believed the matter concluded, instructing his son, “Next time, choose your targets carefully! Don't offend wealthy people. Be smarter!”

“Okay, Dad. So, are we alright now? I thought you were afraid of Mr. Farwell. He isn't that powerful after all!” The boy grinned, oblivious to his recent beating.

“Hmph! I was acting. The method doesn't matter; settling the issue does! Remember that.” Felix's earlier timidity vanished, replaced by a cruel smirk.

A van pulled up. Before they could react, six masked men in black leaped out, dragging Felix and his son inside. The van sped away, carrying their agonized screams.

It eventually stopped in a secluded area. Felix and his son, faces bruised and swollen, were thrown out. Blood streamed from Felix's nose as he begged, “Please spare us! We'll give you anything! Just tell us how much!”

The masked men, having already administered several blows, only lightly struck the boy, causing his cheeks to swell.

One man said, “Boss, this is for you! The employer said to sprinkle this on the boy.” He held a bag of powder.

The leader, realizing further questioning was unnecessary, approached the boy and poured the powder down his shirt. He then yelled, “Remove your pants!”

Terrified, the boy obeyed, and the leader sprinkled the powder on his exposed skin.