“H–How dare you hit my son?!” Autumn glared at Abigail. He couldn’t believe that a commoner had the guts to slap his son in public.
“If he can hit my dad, why can’t I do the same to him?” Abigail kicked Torben hard, sending him flying a good ten feet away.
The sight made Autumn’s blood boil. He seethed. “Y–You! You brat!”
Hearing Autumn’s shouts, a couple of martial arts experts from the Hill Family came forward.
“Why? Is that all it takes to piss you off?” Dustin snickered. “Torben’s actions were way worse than what she did to him. She’s only making him pay a fraction of it.”
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