Chapter 41: I'll Teach Him For You

At that moment, the entire place fell into a dead silence. Everyone stared at Ruxley in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief. They couldn't have imagined, even in their wildest dreams, that Ruxley would actually dare to lay hands on Lindon. Especially the few followers standing by Lindon's side were so terrified that their faces turned pale, and they shrank back, keeping their distance. None of them dared to step forward to help. Ruxley was too ruthless. He had actually started fighting without any hesitation. Lindon was the eldest son of the Doyle family. Did Ruxley not fear the Doyle family's retaliation for beating Lindon like this? Ruxley ignored the shocked onlookers. He slowly walked up to Lindon, lifted his right foot, and placed it on Lindon's head, sighing as he spoke. "You had no reason to provoke me, did you? Didn't your parents ever tell you that there are some people in this world you just can't afford to offend?" Although Ruxley's voice was calm, it sent a chill down everyone's spine. Lindon felt the pressure on his head and was so frightened that his scalp tingled, not daring to move an inch. "Who is this guy? How dare he treat Mr. Doyle like this?" The people around gulped nervously as they watched Ruxley humiliate Lindon. Lindon trembled all over, his face full of fear, and he shouted, "Kid, you... you better let me go! I'm the eldest son of the Doyle family! If you dare to touch me, the Doyle family will never let you off!" At this moment, Lindon was on the verge of losing his mind. He was the dignified eldest son of the Doyle family. A well-known young scion from a wealthy family in Shiphay City. Everyone who saw him would bow and scrape, trying their best to flatter him. No one had ever dared to disrespect him, let alone offend him. But today, he was being trampled underfoot and humiliated by Ruxley. This was the ultimate disgrace. "Kid, I advise you to let me go immediately. If you do, I might still spare you. Otherwise..." Lindon shouted, trying to threaten Ruxley into releasing him. However, Ruxley remained unmoved. He looked down at Lindon under his foot and said coldly, "I hate being threatened the most. Since your parents didn't teach you how to behave, I'll teach you today!" Just as Ruxley was about to teach Lindon a lesson, a hurried sound of footsteps suddenly approached from a distance. Ruxley turned his head to see a middle-aged man with an imposing presence leading a dozen men rushing toward them. "Who dares to touch my son? Are you courting death?" The middle-aged man became furious when he saw Lindon being trampled under Ruxley's foot. This man was none other than Lindon's father, Miguel Doyle, the head of the Doyle family. "Father, save me! Please save me!" When Lindon saw Miguel, he cried out in despair as if he had found his savior. "So noisy!" Ruxley frowned and suddenly pressed down hard with his foot. Boom!  Lindon felt as if his head had been struck by a hammer, and his voice was abruptly cut off. "Lindon!" Miguel's face changed drastically as he stared at Ruxley, his eyes full of murderous intent. Ruxley had actually dared to harm Lindon right in front of him. This was utter defiance. Looking at Miguel, Ruxley asked calmly, "Are you his father?" "Yes! Who exactly are you? How dare you treat my son like this!" Miguel glared at Ruxley, his eyes filled with distress as he looked at his son. The eldest son of the Doyle family, humiliated like this. Today, if he didn't avenge his son, he would be unworthy of being a father. "You should ask your son about that!" With his hands behind his back, Ruxley coldly said, "I have no grievances with your son, yet he publicly threatened me and tried to steal the medicinal herbs in my possession. Is this how you've been teaching him?" "How I educate my son is none of your business! It's not your place to discipline him!" Miguel glared coldly at Ruxley. "I advise you to release my son immediately. Otherwise, you won't leave here alive today!" Hearing Miguel's words, Ruxley couldn't help but laugh out loud. Shaking his head, he said, "As expected, like father, like son!" "If you're not willing to teach your son, then I'll teach him for you today!" As he finished speaking, Ruxley's expression turned cold, and a chilling glint flashed in his eyes. Seeing the icy look in Ruxley's eyes, Miguel's heart skipped a beat. He felt a terrifying aura of killing intent emanating from Ruxley's gaze. Even though he had faced many dangerous situations before, he couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment. Miguel was just about to say something when he saw Ruxley lift his right foot and stomp down hard on Lindon's right hand. With a crisp cracking sound, Lindon's right hand was crushed into a bloody pulp. "Ahhh!" The next second, Lindon's agonized scream echoed through the hall. "Lindon!" Seeing his son being tortured like this, Lindon's eyes filled with rage and despair. "This first stomp is to teach him not to insult others, and this second stomp is to teach him not to threaten others!" Ruxley said coldly. With that, he brought his foot down again, this time crushing Lindon's left hand. "Ah! Father, save me!" The intense pain made Lindon scream in utter agony. "You bastard! I will tear you to pieces today and make sure you die without an intact body!" Miguel roared through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "Attack! Kill this bastard for me!" At Miguel's command, the dozen Doyle family guards immediately rushed forward, surrounding Ruxley. However, facing the encirclement of the Doyle family guards, Ruxley remained calm and composed. He casually pulled out a tissue from his pocket to wipe his hands, his expression unchanged. In the next moment, Fafnian stepped in front of Ruxley, glanced at the dozen or so Doyle family guards, and sneered, "You lot aren't even worthy of our Lord's attention!" "Hmph, arrogant fool!" Miguel's eyes flashed with a cold light as he shouted, "Kill them!" "Yes, sir!" Following the command, the Doyle family guards immediately charged forward as one. "Hmph, courting death!" A cold light flickered in Fafnian's eyes as he instantly turned into a shadow, rushing toward the Doyle family guards. The Doyle family guards were no match for Fafnian. In just a few seconds, Fafnian had taken them all down with a single punch each, sending them flying and crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get back up. What? Miguel's body shook as he watched, his eyes filled with utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The guards by his side were all martial artists of the sixth rank or higher, and two of them were even seventh-rank commanders. This level of strength was enough to dominate the entire Eastern City. However, they couldn't even withstand a single move from Fafnian. How was this possible?