Peter chuckled as he stepped backward, intending to give Punch the shock of his life... something he never expected in a lifetime. "Deal with him," Peter muttered. Immediately, Jake, Ethan, and Ben began to crack their knuckles with menacing glares. Without wasting any more minute, they began punching Punch like he was a total stranger. Ethan stomped him right in the chest as he sprawled to the ground. Ben kept his fists on his gut and arms, tearing into him like his life depended on it. Jake, on the other hand, wrapped the heavy chain they had brought earlier around his fist. In that instant, he used it to strike Punch on the jaw. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a tap as he fell flat on the ground. "Please… have mercy on me," Punch pleaded. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had obviously never been beaten like this since he was born, yet he had always found pleasure in dealing with others. After Peter heard his broken plea, he got even madder. How dare this satan beg for mercy

He looked at Punch, then looked back at Peter. He might not have come with a few guys, but he didn’t even need a few guys if Punch was right beside him. Though he was bandaged up, at least he still had the other hand working perfectly fine. He could handle small Peter Lawson. In that instant, Troy cleared his throat as he faced Punch. "Deal with this bastard!" he commanded. But Punch wasn’t quite sure he was talking to him. It couldn’t have been him. He was literally bandaged with one fucking arm. Even a blind man could see he was in no position to fight right now. Not to mention, Peter had literally beaten his ass to half death, but Troy wouldn’t understand that because he had no idea Peter was the one responsible for his friend’s attack. "Wha… what?" Punch stammered, frowning in confusion as if he wasn’t sure what he just heard. "I said, deal with this bastard. Make sure you break his nose before security arrives," Troy repeated, chuckling at Peter as he waited for Punch to

In a few minutes they all gathered on the court as Coach Freeman began. "As you all know, this year’s game is unlike anything we’ve had before. There are a lot of benefits in it, not only for me, but for each and every one of you. If you all cooperate and play as a team, I can guarantee our victory," he said as the boys erupted in motivated cheers and applause. Coach then raised his hand, ready to deliver the most vital information he had gathered them for. "With that being said, I’ve hereby concluded the decision of making a new team captain." The words dropped like a bomb as Bryan squeezed his face in confusion. "What?" he barked. "Coach, I am the team captain… what do you mean making a new one? I’ve always been team captain," he echoed, his voice rising. "I know, Fisher... and you've done a tremendous job as captain, don't get me wrong. But this is bigger than you. I think it’s time the team revisits some new changes. You can’t be captain forever, Bryan," Coach Freeman

"Lucia… that is no way to talk to your mother!" Catherine murmured, not sounding surprised at all. "I find it really funny that you consider yourself a mother… after everything you’ve done to me since I was a kid, you don’t deserve that title." Lucia replied, her trembling tone soul-touching. "Okay, then suit yourself… I was just trying to be nice." Catherine fired, returning to her seat abruptly. Not long after, Peter arrived. He stepped down from the cab and glanced around, looking for where Lucia and the strange vehicle must’ve been. Immediately he sighted the Mercedes parked neatly in a lot, he assumed they must be inside the hotel. So he went further. Inside, Peter could see Lucia, two elderly men, and a woman who looked almost old. He didn’t bother to interfere with their discussion. He just sat at an empty table, observing what was going on ahead of him. "Catherine, this must be her. The one you’ve been talking about…" one of the men said, observing Lucia from head

The whole place gasped in disbelief. "What?!" "Did he just say a million dollars?" "Maybe he thinks this is some sort of joke." "Peter, are you really serious or just joking? You just signed an agreement that could land you five years in prison. Please take this seriously," Lucia said, clearly not believing he was worth that much. "A million dollars? Who the hell do you think you’re deceiving?" Mr. Bolton grumbled in disbelief. "Didn’t you hear what I just said?" Peter snapped at the staff. "I said I’ll load a million dollars for my membership card." The staff was in deep shock. Even their wealthiest customers had never loaded such an amount of money at once. Even if they wanted to, they would always ask for a discount. "Sir, am I hearing correctly that you want to load a million dollars to acquire a membership card?" the staff asked, making sure to re-verify. "Yes, that is correct," Peter replied. "And anytime I don’t come here to eat, instead of throwing away the fo