Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Do You Enjoy Making Others Kneel?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Beckett’s eyes were filled with rage. He stared intently at Ivan, but at this moment, a figure was slowly crawling towards Ivan.
Woof…woof…woof…
“Ezekiel! You…
Upon seeing this scene, Beckett was heartbroken.
Back in the day when they had all started the Imperial Group together, they were full of pride and ambition.
Beckett could not forget how triumphant Ezekiel looked when he single-handedly secured deals with ten distributors.
But now, the harsh reality had bent his spine, completely shattering him.
“Hahaha…”
Ivan broke into a satisfied laugh, then he looked at Beckett and White Mitchell.
“See, this is your good brother, isn’t it? Are you angry? Do you want to hit me?” Ivan looked amused, enjoying himself immensely.
Beckett gritted his teeth, his fists cracked with the intensity of his grip.
At this moment, the until now silent White Mitchell stepped forward and walked up to Ivan.
Standing tall, he looked down at Ivan from his height of over one meter eighty: “Do you like making people kneel?”
A cold smile flashed across Ivan’s face: “Yes, I do. What can you do about it?”
“Then spend the rest of your life on your knees!”
Bam!
In an instant, White Mitchell brutally kicked Ivan’s knees twice.
Crack! Crack! The sounds of breaking bones echoed in everyone’s ears.
Shh!
Ivan sucked in a cold breath, immediately followed by a heartbreaking pain from both of his knees.
Unable to support himself, Ivan kneeled with a thud.
Ahhhhh!!!
The moment his knees hit the ground, a more intense pain radiated from his knees. The pain was so excruciating that Ivan began to howl.
“White Mitchell, I’ll annihilate you, I swear I’ll annihilate you!!!”
Kneeling on the ground, Ivan roared incessantly. Large sweat beads dripped down his face. His whole appearance was utterly pathetic.
It’s over! He knew his knees were probably ruined. Just like White Mitchell had said, he would likely have to spend the rest of his life on his knees.
Ahhhhh!!!
Thinking of this, Ivan was filled with both shame and fury. He wanted to tear White Mitchell to shreds.
“Attack! Kill him! Kill him!!!” Ivan roared at his followers.
His followers exchanged apprehensive glances, then gritted their teeth and charged at White Mitchell.
However, in an instant, Kylin swiftly intervened, his two hands repelling all those who tried to advance.
“Chubs, thank you for still trusting me as a brother. Rest assured, every word I just said is true. From today onwards, you will gradually see my strength. Even if you want to be the king of Sayon, I can help you!”
White Mitchell said calm and composed, as if he was talking about some trivial matter. As for Beckett, he was already too astonished to speak.
Just then, without glancing at Ivan, White Mitchell kicked him. Ivan was sent flying, and he crashed into the hotel wall.
With a sudden loud crash, it startled every single guest in the venue.
The crowd, originally fawning over Alan Austin, turned their heads abruptly, only to see a face they could never have anticipated.
White Mitchell!
When Alan Austin, who was encircled by the crowd, saw White Mitchell, his face turned gloomy in an instant.
Grandy Anderson, standing aside, looked no better. Her pretty face was filled with a deep sense of disgust.
Then, the flatterers around Alan Austin started to rebuke White Mitchell.
“White Mitchell! You criminal from Imperial Group, have you got the nerve to come back?”
“Get lost! Don’t think we don’t know about your disgraceful actions in the past.
Our Imperial Group doesn’t welcome a disgrace like you!”
“Pfft! Haven’t you done enough to ruin our Imperial Group? Now you want to profit from our upcoming public listing? Get lost! The farther, the better!”
One by one, those old employees, once seen as White Mitchell’s right-hand men, denigrated him just to please Alan Austin, without regard for the truth.
Suddenly, White Mitchell became the target of them all. They were eager to incriminate him.
The thing was, when faced with enemies all around him, White Mitchell still displayed no fear, without even a frown on his face. It was as if he hadn’t heard them at all.
Facing this cool White Mitchell, the faces of Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson darkened to an extreme.
Meanwhile, with one after another of the old employees of Imperial Group stepping forward to accuse White Mitchell, the atmosphere of the entire venue immediately become tense.
Observing the unity in their hostility at Imperial Group, the guests present at the scene, finally remembered who White Mitchell was.
Just as those old employees claimed, White Mitchell was officially recognized as a criminal of Imperial Group.
Back in the day, notwithstanding the fact that he was the chairman of Imperial Group, he exploited his position for personal gain, which nearly resulted into the bankruptcy of Imperial Group.
If it wasn’t for Alan Austin who, in conjunction with Grandy Anderson, had saved the sinking ship and pulled Imperial Group from the brink of collapse, how could it be possibly flourish today?
In the public eye, White Mitchell was the sinner of Imperial Group, whereas Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson were their saviors.
“White Mitchell really has no shame. Probably he saw Imperial Group doing so well, he wants to creep back in and get a piece of the action.”
“Get a piece of the action? Him? Dream on. What rights does he have? How could he have the audacity to show up here?”
“Heh heh…if he were a self-conscious person, why would he show up here?”
The public opinion was skewed, with all the guests beginning to accuse White Mitchell in accord with the old employees.
But, they quickly realized that their words seemed to have no effect on White Mitchell.
White Mitchell walked on, still in his own way, emanating an intimidating aura that deterred others from stepping in his path.
Although many guests talked big, they didn’t want to cause trouble, so they prudently made way for him.
Eventually, White Mitchell, Kylin, and Beckett reached Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson.
Looking down from the stage, Alan Austin and Grandy Anderson stared at him, their eyes radiating an unusual light.
“So, my old friends, aren’t you going to welcome me?” White Mitchell stated, his phrase laced with mockery, as he looked at the pair. Despite standing below the stage, his aura was even more compelling than them both.
Facing the unexpectedly emerged White Mitchell, a murderous intent lit up in Alan Austin’s heart.
However, given the presence of so many guests and some influential arrival due soon, he didn’t lose his temper, but coldly smiled and said: “White Mitchell, you are as conceited as ever.”
“White Mitchell, we don’t want to dwell on what happened years ago. Today is a big day for our Imperial Group as we are going public. We don’t want any trouble, do yourself a favor and get out of here,” Grandy Anderson then demanded, with an imposing tone.
White Mitchell chuckled sarcastically and then calmly replied: “Oh? Your Imperial Group?”
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