Chapter 19: The Laughingstock

Peter, although holding the position of chairman of the Linola Group, wielded great power and influence in public. However, at home, he was definitely a good husband who doted on his wife. Seeing his wife saying so, although he wasn't too happy in his heart, he still nodded and agreed, saying, "Alright, let's take a taxi home." In the end, the couple left by taxi. Donald also called for a designated driver. As they parted ways, Angelia apologized to Douglas with a hint of regret, saying, "Doctor Wellington, my father is somewhat arrogant. Please don't mind." Douglas shook his head slightly, responding, "It's okay. Goodbye!" Peter, who took charge of a conglomerate worth billions, felt somewhat embarrassed to take a taxi. However, he just wanted Peter to feel uncomfortable. The more uncomfortable he felt now, the more he would believe in him later. "Daddy, I feel sleepy." Lynette lay on Douglas's shoulder, yawning with her mouth wide open. "Okay, let's go home." Douglas's aura surged and dispersed the drunkeness. Soon, his eyes instantly regained clarity. Douglas drove home, and halfway there, Lynette fell asleep. It was already midnight, and there were few vehicles on the road. When they were less than two kilometers away from the Linolashire Villa area, two glaring beams suddenly lit up ahead. Douglas squinted his eyes. His first thought was about beams, but he soon realized something was wrong. It was because the headlights suddenly lit up with obvious targeting. He slowly pulled over to the side of the road. With remarkable eyesight, he looked towards the glaring headlights and saw a black business van blocking the middle of the road, with figures in front of the vehicle. Who could it be? Douglas furrowed his brow slightly. He gently moved Lynette's seat, fearing that the glaring headlights would wake her up. Then he opened the car door and got out. High skills, daring heart. Douglas walked forward towards the light. In front of the black business van, two young men stood side by side. They were surrounded by around six burly men holding baseball bats. "Mr. Liamsole, that's him! Have someone break his legs later. I want him to kneel in front of me." Keith stared at Douglas with resentment. The other one was also an old acquaintance of Douglas, Terry. Terry had drunk quite a bit. His face was flushed, and his eyes were blurry. Because of the distance, he squinted for a long time and didn't recognize Douglas. Then, he confidently said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're satisfied with the results, Mr. Clarkson. I'll break both his legs later, and the extra one will be a gift." "Thanks, Mr. Liamsole." Keith grinned wickedly. "Kiddo, do you still recognize me?" Keith couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at Douglas as he approached. Douglas had remarkable eyesight and had already seen Keith and Terry. With his eyes squinted to conceal the fierceness in his eyes, he said indifferently, "Hey, b*stard! Have you been waiting for me for a long time?" "Kiddo, how dare you be so arrogant at this time? Even if you kneel in front of me now, I won't forgive you. Today, I will definitely break your legs." Douglas said softly, "Until you people feel the pain yourselves, you'll never learn." "Kiddo, who do you think you're hitting? Without Donald, you're nothing but a fly! I'll crush you like stepping on an ant." Keith sneered, "Mr. Liamsole, have your men do it. I want him to kneel in front of me!" Terry had also drunk a lot, staggering forward. Squinting, he looked over. When he saw Douglas, he was first stunned. Then, he rubbed his eyes and looked again, immediately sobering up halfway. How could it be him? Terry's hair stood on end, and his hands and feet turned cold. His scalp went tingling. Douglas was definitely a monster! He could crack the hard concrete ground with one foot, smash the front of a car with one punch, causing the rear to lift up, and kick an entire car sideways with one foot. It was beyond human ability to resist him! Terry was terrified of Douglas to the extreme. Keith grinned grimly, sneering, "Kiddo, how dare you offend me! You're done for! Mr. Liamsole, have your men break his legs. I can't wait to see him kneel in front of me and cry!" Slap! Terry suddenly turned around and slapped Keith hard in the face. Keith staggered back a few steps, falling on his butt. His face had been slapped several times by Donald before and hadn't recovered yet. Now, he was slapped again. Soon, tears streamed down from the pain. Keith sat on the ground, covering his face and looking dazedly at Terry. "M-Mr. Liamsole... You got the wrong person. It's him you should hit, not me." Keith suspected that Terry had drunk too much and couldn't tell friend from foe. "Shut up, you idiot!" Terry roared, scaring Keith. Terry turned around and ran to Douglas, his face full of flattery, nodding and bowing, "Mr. Wellington, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you here. Haha..." Douglas looked at him as if he were a fool and said indifferently, "Weren't you waiting for me here on purpose?" "No, no... Absolutely not. Mr. Wellington. You've misunderstood me. I just drank too much and came out here to get some fresh air. Then, I nhappened to bump into this guy for a chat. Actually, I don't know him at all. Not at all!" Terry's laughter was more bitter than tears as he spoke rapidly. Douglas looked at him with a half smile, and it made Terry break out in a cold sweat. Keith was completely dumbfounded. His gaze was vacant. Seeing Terry being obsequious in front of Douglas, he knew he was done for. Terry was the overlord of the underworld. Originally, he thought asking Terry to act would ensure success. But he didn't expect that he himself would be the laughingstock in the end. Douglas smiled faintly and responded, "Mr. Liamsole, can I leave now?" "Just call me Terry. And, yes! Of course, you may leave now." Terry nodded and bowed before turning back to the big guys holding batons behind him. He snarled, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and make way for Mr. Wellington!" Douglas smiled slightly, patting Terry on the shoulder. "Come with me." Terry followed Douglas to the other side of the car, trembling. "Mr. Wellington, is there something you need?" Douglas smiled and asnwered, "I'll show you something interesting." With that, Douglas slowly extended his finger, and in Terry's shocked gaze, with a puff sound, pierced a hole in the car door. Terry was completely dumbfounded, and his eyes glazed over. A chill rose from the base of his spine to the back of his head. It froze him to the bone. This was iron! Douglas pierced it as easily as poking through paper. He was definitely not human, perhaps a god, or even a demon. Terry was was so scared that his heart and every fiber of his being were trembling. Douglas smiled faintly, looking at Terry. "Do you think you can withstand me poking your forehead?" Terry was almost scared out of his wits, shaking all over. "Keep this to yourself, or I promise you'll vanish without a trace, leaving no remains behind." Douglas said calmly. He did this behind the backs of others because he didn't want more people to know. Especially since Keith and Sammy knew each other, he didn't want Sammy to know too much about him. He wanted to slowly play the games with Sammy to death. He did this to thoroughly intimidate Terry, who might be useful to him in the future. Terry's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Nodding and trembling in horror, he replied, "I... I swear! I promise not to say anything."