Chapter 30: No more family discount for you
Rick let go of the waiter and then turned his cold, dead eyes towards Tristan.
Roy stood up, dropping his humble facade. He was instantly annoyed that Rick was ignoring his authority.
"Hey! I am talking to you, Rick! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"
"Know your place. Sit down and eat the fucking leftover. And if you can’t do that, get the fuck out of here."
However Rick completely blanked Roy. He walked slowly around the edge of the massive marble table, his dark eyes locked entirely on Tristan.
"I broke your nose and your wrist in the lobby," Rick said softly, stopping right next to Tristan, "I let you walk away easy. Guess that wasn’t enough to teach you some bloody manners."
The entire room froze in utter confusion.
He broke his nose? Roy stared at Rick, then at Tristan. The beggar in the lobby? The guy Tristan claimed to have curb-stomped? That was Rick?!
"Are you out of your mind, Rick?" Roy narrowed his eyes, "Tristan is the son of the Chairwoman! If he wanted to hit someone, he had every right to! Tell him Tristan..."
But Tristan didn’t try to act tough. He didn’t try to threaten Rick with his mother’s position. The primal terror completely overrode his spoiled ego.
"No, please!" Tristan screamed, putting his good hand up to shield his face, trying to scramble away, "I am sorry! I will pay him! I will pay the waiter! Just don’t touch me!"
The guys and girls at the table gasped. The absolute alpha male of the group, the heir to the Peninsula Hotel, was literally begging for mercy from the guy they had all just spent five minutes condescending to.
Before Tristan could even finish his pathetic plea, Rick moved and he was blindingly fast for the human eye. The system-enhanced muscles in his arms fired with explosive power. Rick reached down and grabbed a thick, brutal handful of Tristan’s gelled hair.
"Aaaargh!" Tristan shrieked in agony as Rick violently yanked his head backwards, exposing his throat.
Rick didn’t hesitate. He raised his right leg and delivered a brutal, merciless kick directly into the centre of Tristan’s chest.
Crack!
The force of the kick was absolutely devastating. It wasn’t a warning shot. It was a strike designed to break bones.
Tristan’s chair flipped backwards instantly. He was launched entirely out of his seat. His body flew backward, soaring through the air like a discarded ragdoll.
He crashed directly into the centre of the massive marble dining table, and the impact was explosive.
SMASH!
Plates of half-eaten Wagyu beef, silver platters of caviar, and heavy crystal glasses completely shattered under his weight.
Expensive red wine and champagne exploded into the air, raining down like blood over the pristine white tablecloth.
Tristan groaned in absolute agony, as his body rolled through the mess of broken glass, hot food, and spilled alcohol.
He finally slid off the far edge of the marble table, crashing heavily onto the hardwood floor with a sickening thud.
BANG!
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Absolute silence fell through the room as everyone with their eyes wide open looked at the groaning Tristan in horified shock.
’Wasn’t he the son of the most powerful woman in this hotel?’
’Why is he lying on the floor?’
Tristan however didn’t get back up. He lay there in a puddle of wine and shattered crystal, clutching his chest, coughing violently as he struggled to breathe. Or maybe he was cutting his losses. He did not want to get smacked in the face yet again.
Absolute, unfiltered chaos erupted in the VIP room.
The girls screamed at the top of their lungs. Chloe shrieked, jumping into Roy’s lap while Emily scrambled backwards against the mahogany wall, her high heels slipping on the spilled wine. The guys at the table jumped out of their chairs, their faces pale with shock.
"Rick!" Emily screamed, her voice cracking, "Are you fucking insane?! What have you done?!"
Roy was furious. His face turned a shade of crimson. His fake humble persona was completely gone. The guy he had looked down on for four years had just brutally assaulted his golden ticket in front of the entire party.
"You fucking savage!" Roy roared, pointing a shaking finger at Rick. "Do you have any idea what you just did?! You just assaulted the heir to the Peninsula Hotel! He is Victoria’s son! He owns this building!"
"You are a dead man!" one of the other guys shouted, backing away to keep distance between himself and Rick. "You are an absolute brute! You don’t know the difference between good and bad! Security is going to literally kill you!"
"Rick, you idiot!" Emily cried, tears streaming down her face. She wasn’t worried about him; she was worried about her own association with him. "You just ruined my life! They’re going to arrest all of us because of you! You’re a stupid, pathetic thug!"
"Do you guys have nothing else to say? Always regret this, dead man, good for nothing," Rick frowned looking at the guys, "Say one more annoying thing and this waiter will be collecting teeth off this floor. Fucking useless."
And with that, he stepped calmly towards the edge of the shattered table. He picked up the bill from the floor and looked down at Tristan, who was currently vomiting a mixture of blood and wine onto the expensive floorboards.
Rick raised his foot and planted his heavy boot firmly onto the centre of Tristan’s chest, pinning the broken heir to the ground. Tristan let out a weak, pathetic wheeze, completely unable to fight back.
Rick stood tall. He looked across the ruined room, his cold, dead eyes sweeping over Roy, Chloe, Emily, and the rest of his former college classmates.
"Now... Will you pay the bill?"
"Along with the damage..."
"And no more family discount for you."
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[A/N: Here’s something for my motivation. Hehehe... Starting every Monday]
[250 Power Stones: 5 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[150 Golden Tickets: 5 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[1 Massage Chair: 2 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[1 Luxury car: 5 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[1 Dragon: 10 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[1 Magic Castle: 20 Bonus Chapters Next Week]
[I don’t expect anything more than a Magic castle. Hahaha.]