Chapter 31: Do you think I am a garbage bin that collects used trash?
The VIP room was completely dead silent, as everyone stared at the terrifying scene unfolding right in front of their eyes.
Rick stood tall beside the shattered marble table, as his heavy boot pressed down firmly onto the center of Tristan’s chest, pinning the arrogant young master to the floor like a piece of absolute trash.
Tristan was a complete mess, since he was vomiting a mixture of expensive red wine and his own blood, while his eyes were rolled back in sheer agony.
"Ughh... Please..." Tristan wheezed pathetically, as tears streamed down his bruised face, because the sheer terror of facing this ruthless brute completely broke his spoiled ego.
"Now... Will you pay the bill?" Rick asked with a cold, deadpan expression, as he looked across the room at the terrified faces of his former classmates, "Along with the damage... And no more family discount for you."
Roy’s face twisted into a mask of absolute fury, since his fake, humble persona had been completely shattered by this beggar.
He had spent the entire night acting like a magnanimous senior brother, expecting everyone to lick his boots, but now this nobody had just walked in and stolen all the limelight by assaulting his golden ticket to the upper society.
"You fucking lunatic!" Roy roared at the top of his lungs, as he pointed a shaking finger directly at Rick’s face. "Do you have any idea what kind of disaster you have just brought upon yourself?! You are actively courting death!"
"That is Victoria’s son! He is the heir to this entire empire, and you think you can just step on him like a bug?!" Roy shouted, as the veins popped on his forehead, because he could not fathom how a poor loser could act so arrogantly in a five-star hotel.
Rick did not even blink, as he stared at Roy with the same apathetic, dead eyes, as if he were looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.
"You are nothing but a violent, uneducated thug!" Roy continued to sneer, as he puffed out his chest to regain his alpha dominance in front of the girls. "You think brute force makes you a man? In the real world, money and power crush trash like you into dust! You are going to spend the rest of your miserable life rotting in a prison cell, while I will be sitting in boardrooms making millions!"
With a highly arrogant smirk, Roy reached into his tailored suit jacket, as he pulled out his heavy, black titanium credit card again.
He tossed it casually through the air, as the metal card landed directly onto Tristan’s bleeding chest with a soft thud.
"There," Roy declared loudly, acting like the ultimate savior of the night, "Charge the forty-five grand to my account. Consider it a charitable donation to a dying man, because once security gets here, you are a dead man walking."
The lackeys standing behind Roy immediately found their courage again, as they started throwing out praises for their young master.
"Brother Roy is too generous! Paying off a massive bill just to put this trash in his place!"
"This beggar has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai! He thinks he can fight against Brother Roy’s wealth?"
Rick looked down at the black card resting on Tristan’s ruined white suit, as a dark, wicked chuckle vibrated in his chest.
"You think this little piece of plastic means shit to me?" Rick sneered crudely, as he shifted his weight and pressed his heavy boot down much harder into Tristan’s chest.
CRUNCH!
The sickening sound of ribs fracturing echoed loudly in the silent room, as Tristan let out a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream that sounded like a dying pig.
"Aaaargh! My chest! He is crushing my chest!" Tristan shrieked, as he desperately clawed at Rick’s boot with his one good hand, but it was like trying to move a solid mountain of iron.
"Take your shiny little card, Roy," Rick said flatly, as his eyes locked onto Roy’s pale face, "And shove it right up your tight, arrogant ass."
Roy’s arrogant smirk instantly vanished, as his face turned a violent shade of crimson red.
He was used to people bowing down the moment he flashed his wealth, but this lunatic did not care about the money at all, which made Roy feel utterly humiliated in front of Chloe and Emily.
"You bastard!" Roy screamed, as he turned towards Marcus, who was still standing calmly near the doorway. "Marcus! Pick up my card and charge it! Then call the cops and have this psycho arrested for attempted murder!"
Marcus did not move a single muscle, as he kept his hands folded behind his back, completely ignoring Roy’s pathetic demands.
Rick looked at the shattered table, as he took in the sight of the ruined Wagyu beef, the broken crystal glasses, and the massive puddle of vintage wine soaking into the expensive hardwood floor.
"Forty-five grand was just for the food," Rick declared lazily, as he kept his boot firmly planted on Tristan’s ribs. "But look at this absolute mess. You ruined the table. You ruined the floor."
Rick paused for a second, as a greedy, ruthless smirk stretched across his face.
"The damages to this room will cost you a flat one hundred thousand dollars," Rick stated, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Pay up."
The entire room gasped in pure shock, as they stared at Rick like he had completely lost his mind.
"One hundred thousand dollars?!" Roy scoffed loudly, as a mocking laugh escaped his lips, because the demand was absolutely absurd. "Are you fucking retarded, Rick? There is not a single dining table on this planet that costs a hundred grand!"
"It does when I say it does," Rick replied coldly, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
Chloe, who had been hiding behind Roy, suddenly saw an opportunity to show off her worth, as she thought this violent thug was just trying to extort them because he was poor and desperate for cash.
She stepped forward, swaying her wide hips seductively in her backless black dress, as she put on her best slutty smile.
"Come on now, handsome," Chloe purred, as she walked right up to Rick, entirely ignoring the bleeding Tristan on the floor.
She deliberately pushed her heavy, surgically enhanced breasts together, as she pressed them right up against Rick’s arm, trying to use her body to completely derail his thoughts.
"Why are we fighting over some stupid table?" Chloe whispered crudely, as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. "You are obviously a very strong, dominant man... Maybe I can take you into the bathroom right now, and we can settle this debt in a much more... fun way?"
She reached her hand out to casually stroke Rick’s chest, fully expecting him to turn into a drooling dog just like Roy and the other lackeys always did.
But Rick did not even let her touch him.
His hand shot out with blinding speed, as he grabbed a thick, brutal handful of her bleached blonde hair.
"Ahhh!" Chloe shrieked in pain, as Rick violently yanked her head back, exposing her neck and forcing her to look up at the ceiling.
Before she could even process the pain, Rick raised his free hand and grabbed her left breast with ruthless, agonizing force. He didn’t squeeze it to feel pleasure, but instead he squeezed the soft flesh so hard that his fingers dug right into the silicone, leaving immediate red bruises on her pale skin.
"Ouch! Stop! You are hurting me!" Chloe sobbed pathetically, as tears ruined her heavy mascara, while she desperately tried to pry his iron grip off her chest.
"Do you think I am a garbage bin that collects used trash?" Rick sneered, as he leaned in close to her face, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. "And your smell... I don’t like the smell of your cheap perfume. Keep your used-up holes away from me."
He shoved her roughly backward, as Chloe stumbled on her high heels and crashed hard into the mahogany wall, sliding down to the floor while clutching her bruised chest and sobbing loudly.
"Chloe!" Roy yelled, though he did not step forward to help her, because the raw brutality radiating from Rick was too terrifying.
Emily could not sit still anymore, since seeing Rick act so ruthlessly made her heart pound wildly in her chest, as she foolishly believed she was the only one who could tame this beast.
"Rick, please stop this madness!" Emily cried out, as she took a cautious step forward, using her classic, manipulative puppy eyes. "You have proven your point! You are strong! Just take Roy’s card and let Tristan go before you ruin your entire life! Do it for me, Rick! Please!"
Rick slowly turned his head to look at Emily, as his eyes narrowed into a terrifying glare that froze the blood in her veins.
"Shut the fuck up..."