Chapter 669: Chapter 669 The Scum Learns His Place
Vance Johansson’s expression shifted in an instant!
My palm clamped down like steel pliers, locking onto Vance Johansson’s fist with unbreakable force!
No matter how hard Vance Johansson strained, he couldn’t wrench himself free!
"You... you should be crippled by now, shouldn’t you?!" Vance Johansson gasped in horror.
I flashed him a grin, showing every white tooth.
"Sure, I’m badly hurt right now, my power’s drained, but even like this, you’re still not the kind of scum who can mess with me." My smile blazed bright.
But that brilliant grin carved a permanent scar into Vance Johansson’s soul!
"Scum stays scum, even with me this messed up, you can’t touch me." I laughed coldly.
"You... release me!" Vance Johansson screamed in panic!
I paid him no mind and said icily, "Ordering me to kneel? You think you’re worthy?"
With that shout, I lifted my foot and slammed it into Vance Johansson’s shin!
The crushing impact sent Vance Johansson crashing to his knees with a loud "thud"!
As Vance Johansson fought to rise, I raised my hand and slammed it down on his shoulder!
Overwhelming pressure crashed down!
Vance Johansson felt like a mountain was crushing his shoulders and couldn’t budge at all!
This shame turned Vance Johansson’s face crimson with rage!
He’d planned to humiliate Mason Raymond, but instead of succeeding, Mason Raymond had humiliated him!
"How is this possible..." Vance Johansson’s face twisted grotesquely, his heart screaming in agony!
Even against the weakened Mason Raymond, was he completely helpless?
How had the insect he once crushed grown this powerful?!
"You wanted me on my knees, right?" I sneered.
"You... set me free!" Vance Johansson thrashed wildly.
"Sure thing." I released my grip.
Grabbing his chance, Vance Johansson scrambled to his feet, attempting to bolt, but I planted my foot square in his rear from behind.
Before Vance Johansson could even stand, I’d already reached out and seized his throat, hoisting him off the ground.
"You called me scum, didn’t you? How about now?" I said coldly.
"Even with my energy scattered, you’re no match for me; is this your pride? Ha, who’s the real scum here?" I arched an eyebrow.
Such crushing shame made Vance Johansson wish for death!
Today, Vance Johansson had been utterly disgraced!
Not far off, Mabel Sean’s face showed a flash of shock.
She hadn’t expected Mason Raymond to have reached this level!
"Say it, who’s the scum here!" I demanded coldly.
Vance Johansson fought desperately, "You... let me go!"
I ignored him, raising my hand and cracking it across Vance Johansson’s face.
This slap was pure physical force! Even so, the tremendous power left Vance Johansson reeling!
"Answer me, who’s the scum here?" I pressed.
Vance Johansson gritted his teeth, staying silent.
"Won’t talk, huh? Fine, I’ll beat it out of you!" I said harshly.
Then I unleashed a barrage of slaps from both sides.
The sharp "crack" sounds rang throughout the entire prison; within moments, Vance Johansson’s face had swollen up, blood trickling from his mouth!
"Stop... please stop..."
Finally, Vance Johansson couldn’t endure it anymore.
If this beating continued, he might actually die!
"So, who’s the scum?" I sneered.
Vance Johansson clenched his jaw and forced out the words, "It’s... it’s me. I’m the scum..."
"Hahaha!" Seeing this, I couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud.
I dropped Vance Johansson and sneered, "At least you know where you stand."
Vance struggled up from the floor, teeth grinding, and said, "Mason Raymond, just wait! I won’t forget this!"
With that, Vance tried to flee.
But I kicked his leg again, and Vance dropped to his knees immediately.
"Since you came to visit me, don’t rush off so fast." I sneered.
Vance’s face looked awful, but he didn’t dare provoke me again.
Outside the cell, Sybil Cooper checked his watch and frowned, "It’s been ages, why hasn’t he come out yet? Did he get addicted to the torture?"
In Sybil’s mind, he figured Vance was tormenting Mason.
With this thought, Sybil unlocked the cell door and stepped inside.
When he reached Mason’s cell, Sybil froze.
Seeing Vance on his knees, Sybil was speechless.
"President Cooper, help me!" Vance cried out desperately.
Sybil stepped forward and yanked Vance up with one hand.
Then Sybil glared coldly at Mason and said, "You still won’t behave even locked up, Mason, you’ve got nerve!"
I sneered, "You brought him in here, so you should’ve expected what would happen."
Sybil’s temple pulsed with anger, he’d never imagined Vance would be so pathetic.
"Let’s see how much longer you can act tough!" Sybil snorted coldly.
After that, Sybil stormed out, dragging Vance behind him.
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Time passed quickly, and darkness fell.
Inside the cell, it was impossible to distinguish day from night, as gloom ruled constantly.
"Bro, what’s your connection with Miss Sean?" someone from another cell called out.
"What did you do to end up locked up?"
"You’ve got balls talking to Sybil Cooper like that, I salute you!"
Mason had nothing else to do, so he chatted with these people.
Nearly everyone locked up here was in the Military Marquis Realm.
And they all shared one trait - they burned with hatred for the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
This suddenly presented Mason with an opportunity. He rolled his eyes and said, "Brothers, if I ever get a shot at getting out, I’ll definitely find a way to rescue you all!"
"Haha, buddy, don’t kid around, we all heard you probably won’t be leaving," someone nearby joked.
Mason pretended to sigh, "Yeah, I’m really screwed this time, but as long as I’m breathing, there’s still hope, right?"
"If I really do get out, I’ll definitely save every one of you!"
Nobody took him seriously, but they all laughed and said, "Alright, we’ll be counting on you."
Mason couldn’t help but smirk inwardly.
Everyone imprisoned here was a top-tier fighter. If he really got the chance to free them, he might have the strength to challenge the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
When that time came, Green Moon Villa would surely become the world’s premier sect, fearing no aristocratic family!
Right now, the Capital City Martial Arts Association would never guess that the dying Mason Raymond was actually building alliances within the cell.
Over the next few days, Mason grew closer to these people.
Learning about Mason’s accomplishments, they were even more amazed.
During their casual conversations, Mason subtly asked about the prison’s layout.
Everyone discussed the prison’s overall structure, including the construction materials, in extensive detail.
