chapter 5 bloody head

Swish!
Dennis's words made the whole courtyard instantly quiet, as deadly as a cemetery at midnight.
How dare he address Cole by his first name!
How bold!
How daring was he to ask Cole to go out? Who was that man? Was he seeking death?
Even a beggar or a fool who slept on the road knew that the eldest son of the Harris couldn't be offended. Moreover, speaking rudely to Cole on his birthday was no different from courting death!
Cole's face became gloomy. For many years, no one dared to talk to him like this. How brazen-faced this idiot before him was! Was he deranged?
Before Cole could speak, the bodyguard immediately rushed over.
The bodyguard raised his hand and punched Dennis in the face.
The bodyguards of the Harris were either from military backgrounds or had practiced martial arts since childhood, and they were all compelling.
Coincidentally, this bodyguard had practiced martial arts since childhood and had been a soldier. Many martial artists couldn't make a single move in their hands. He threw the punch in a second.
The bodyguard went all out with his strength. With Dennis's tiny body, one punch could kill him.
Dennis would be severely punished as he messed around in Cole's birthday banquet.
He punched vigorously, but what greeted him was a thin silver needle.
Boom!
Everyone thought that punch would knock Dennis to the ground.
Unexpectedly, the bodyguard fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.
No one saw what was happening but felt that the bodyguard fell to the ground with a wave of his hand, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.
Of course, they didn't notice the tiny silver needle on the bodyguard's fist.
Dennis moved so fast that they couldn't react at all.
The most potent bodyguard of the Harris was knocked down in an instant. Only then did everyone pay attention to the shabby young man before him.
The young man carried a bucket in his hand, filled with red liquid. It exuded a fishy smell.
Cole frowned. His face changed slightly.
"Who are you? How dare you act wildly in my residence!"
Dennis raised his head. His eyes were cold.
"I'll say it one last time. Come over here."
No matter what, Dennis brought down the bodyguard so quickly, which aroused everyone's fear.
Dennis was evil!
Cole put down his wine glass and stood up. Although Dennis was a bit wicked, Cole didn't take him seriously.
Step by step, with head held high and chest high, Cole strode in front of Dennis with an overbearing aura. It was like he was one of the leaders in the four prominent families in the future.
"How dare to make trouble at my birthday banquet! You are surely fearless. Do you know the consequences of your doing so?"
After speaking, Dennis raised his hand and lightly patted Cole's shoulder.
The outsider thought it was a light pat.
However, when it fell on Cole's shoulders, it was as heavy as a thousand pounds!
Boom!
When Dennis put his palm on Cole's shoulder, Cole knelt on the ground, and his knee hit the floor tile with a crisp sound.
What?
Did Cole kneel?
The pain in his knees swept over his whole body. Cole trembled in pain. His face flushed, and he gritted in agony.
The weight Dennis placed on Cole's shoulder made the latter unable to bear it, inevitably making him kneel.
Who the hell was this young man?
Dennis looked down at Cole and said coldly, "How dare you imprison Sabine in a dog cage. You are courageous. Do you know the consequences of doing so?"
It was what Cole had said before, and Dennis wanted Cole to taste his own medicine.
Cole's expression changed.
Sabine?
Could it be that smelly nanny of the Buchanan?
Cole raised his head with a distorted expression on his face.
"Who are you?"
Dennis didn't answer but responded, "Within three days, ask your entire family to kneel before Sabine and apologize. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."
Wow!
As soon as Dennis said this, there was an uproar among the guests.
What was Dennis saying?
Did he ask Cole's family to kneel and apologize? Who did he think he was?
Dennis said again, "I heard that today is your birthday, so it's not good to come empty-handed, so I'll give you a surprise instead."
As he said that, Dennis lifted the bucket of fresh dog blood in his hand and slowly tilted it.
The smelly and sticky dog's blood poured little by little on Cole's head.
The filthy liquid flowed from the top of Cole's head into his whole body.
Dennis's movements were slow, but Cole did not move. Whenever he moved, his knees felt extremely painful.
It was as quiet as one could hear the sound of the needle in the yard in a few seconds.
Helpless, everyone watched as Dennis sprinkled a bucket of dog blood on Cole's head, not a single drop wasted!
During the whole process, no one stood up to stop it.
Who could stop Dennis?
The most capable bodyguards in the residence had been knocked down. Who would try to seek death?
Moreover, Cole didn't even move, so why did they want to steal the limelight?
Cole would burst a blood vessel if he knew what the guests thought.
It was not that he didn't want to move. It was that he couldn't move!
After pouring the bucket full of blood, Dennis threw the bucket on the ground, took out the white cloth he carried, and wiped his hands.
"Remember what I said. You will be responsible for the consequences if you don't follow my request within three days."
After speaking, Dennis turned and left.
When he walked to the door, his footsteps paused slightly.
"By the way, I am from the Buchanan."
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"Quick! Get some water!"
Half a day after Dennis left, everyone returned to their senses and rushed to wash Cole with water.
"Help Mr. Harris up quickly!"
Everyone endured the stinking blood and helped Cole up. At this time, Cole's legs had lost feeling, and he couldn't even feel the pain.
The legs were limp as if they were not his legs anymore, and the bones in the knee must be broken. If not treated in time, he might go paralyzed.
"Call 911!"
Cole and the bodyguard were quickly carried into the ambulance.
There was a stench of dog blood all over the floor, and the birthday banquet, which was supposed to be good, turned into this.
The rest of the Harris and guests from all walks of life looked at each other in dismay.
There was a question that no one dared to ask.
The young man said he was one of the Buchanan.
Was he talking about the Buchanan family ten years ago?
Weren't they wiped out? Why was he still alive?
If that young man was a descendant of the Buchanan, how could he let go of the grievance he suffered back then?
The relatives in the Harris family turned their backs and created trouble for the Buchanan.
Weren't they the first to bear the brunt?
...
Coming out of the Harris, Dennis didn't feel guilty at all.
Even though there were all relatives in the past, they all looked so hideous now.
It was okay if they didn't want to help or be involved in the issue after the Buchanan tragedy.
However, Dennis wouldn't allow anyone to add insult to the injury. Otherwise, he would ask them to pay!
Dennis looked up at the sky with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
People were cold-hearted, and worldly affairs were complicated.
In a busy city, the impoverished dwelled unnoticed, while the affluent in secluded mountains enjoyed the company of distant relatives.
Such was the world's indifference, and no one could change it.