Return Of The Campus King

CHAPTER 8

After a brief moment, Justin replied in a calm tone, “I believe you are the one who does not understand the situation.”

The manager scoffed loudly, clearly amused. Turning slightly as though addressing an invisible audience, he said sarcastically, “Listen to him. The boy I personally fired is now standing here trying to lecture me.”

He stepped closer to Justin, his expression growing more aggressive as he pointed a finger directly at Justin’s chest. 

“Let me remind you,” he continued sharply, “I fired you. You no longer work here. You have no right to stand in this building. If you do not leave right now, I will call my boys again, and this time they will not go easy on you.”

Justin lowered his gaze briefly to the finger pressing against his chest, then slowly lifted his eyes back to meet the manager’s face. 

“You should be careful with your words,” he said. “Because from this moment onward, you are the one who is no longer allowed to stand here.”

The manager blinked in confusion, clearly taken aback by the statement. “What nonsense are you saying?” he snapped.

Justin took a small step forward, maintaining his composure. “I am giving you a chance,” he said. 

“Leave this building immediately, or you will be facing a lawsuit for trespassing on someone else’s property.”

For a brief second, there was silence. 

Then the manager burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter. 

“Someone else’s property?” he repeated mockingly. “And whose property would that be? Yours?”

Justin did not respond right away, and the manager continued laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really have gone mad,” he said. “A pauper like you is now threatening me with lawsuits? Do you even know who I am?”

Justin finally spoke again.“You will find out very soon who the real pauper is.”

The manager’s expression hardened, but he forced out another laugh. “Fine,” he said dismissively. 

“Show me what you've got, fool!” He shouted at Justin's face.

Justin nodded slightly. “Alright,” he replied.

Without hesitation, he reached into his pocket, brought out his phone, and dialed the number of the former owner. The call connected almost immediately.

“Hello, sir,” Justin said calmly. “Please come to the hotel right now, and come with the police. I am standing right there, in a janitor uniform, and I will send you some complaints in a text message immediately.”

There was no argument from the other end. “Yes, sir,” the man replied respectfully. “I will be there immediately.”

Justin ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

The manager stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter again, shaking his head as if he were watching something ridiculous. 

“This fool…” he muttered. “Who do you think you just called? Do you even know what you are doing?”

Justin looked at him coldly and replied, “The only fool standing here is you.”

That statement crossed a line.

The manager’s face darkened instantly, his anger flaring. 

“How dare you!” he shouted as he raised his hand to slap Justin.

However, before his hand could make contact, Justin reacted swiftly. 

He caught the man’s wrist mid-air and flung it aside with enough force to make the manager stagger backward, nearly losing his balance.

The sudden display of strength left the manager staring at him in shock.

Before he could recover or respond, the sound of movement at the entrance drew everyone’s attention. The glass doors opened, and several figures walked in.

The former owner of the hotel entered first, accompanied by his lawyer and five uniformed police officers.

The manager’s eyes widened immediately, confusion flashing across his face. 

“What… what is going on?” he muttered under his breath.

Then, almost instantly, relief spread across his expression. He hurried forward toward the former owner. 

“Ah! Thank God you are here, sir!” he said quickly. “You need to see what is happening here. This boy—this worker I hired—was fired earlier for disrespecting a guest, but he came back and is now causing trouble again. Since you brought the police, please have him arrested immediately!”

He continued speaking rapidly, completely unaware of the shift in power that had already taken place.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the former owner suddenly raised his hand.

Slap!! 

A loud slap echoed across the lobby.

The manager’s glasses flew off his face and shattered on the tiled floor. 

He froze instantly, his body going rigid as confusion filled his expression. 

Slowly, he turned his head, his voice trembling as he tried to speak. “Sir…?”

Before he could say anything more, another slap landed across his face, even harder than the first. 

Slap!!

The manager staggered backward, completely stunned.

“You must be a complete fool!” the former owner shouted angrily.

The manager struggled to process what was happening. “Sir… what did I—”

A third slap cut him off mid-sentence.

Slap!!!

“Get on your knees!” the former owner roared.

The manager’s legs trembled uncontrollably as he stammered, “What… what is going on?”

The former owner pointed directly at Justin. “Do you even know who this young man is?” he demanded.

The manager slowly turned his head to look at Justin. His eyes moved over Justin’s torn clothes, then back to his face, as confusion deepened. “I… I don’t understand,” he said weakly. “He is the janitor I employed…”

The former owner’s voice thundered through the lobby. “This young man you disrespected is now the owner of this hotel!”

The manager’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “What…?” he whispered.

“He paid six billion dollars for this property just moments ago!” the former owner continued angrily. “Six billion! And you dared to treat him like trash?”

He stepped forward again, his anger still burning. “How dare you call him a janitor? The man you insulted is worth more than you can ever imagine!”

“T-this… this is not possible…” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

At that point, the manager completely broke down. 

He dropped to his knees and, in desperation, crawled toward Justin, grabbing his legs tightly. “Please, sir!” he cried. “I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know! Please have mercy on me!”

Justin looked down at him with a cold, detached expression. 

Without a word, he shook his leg free from the man’s grip, causing the manager to lose balance and fall flat onto the floor.

Justin’s voice, when he finally spoke, was calm but carried undeniable authority. “Take him away,” he said to the police. “Throw him into the gutter outside.”

The officers did not hesitate. They moved forward and grabbed the manager, but the man resisted desperately. 

He clung to the floor as he begged, “Please! Please, sir! I have a family!”

Two officers lifted him by his legs while another held his arms, carrying him like a sack as they dragged him out of the building.

Justin then added, “There are others, his men are in the corridor. Remove them as well.”

Two officers nodded and immediately headed upstairs. 

Moments later, they returned with the guards, who were now handcuffed and struggling.

Outside, the manager was flung into the muddy gutter. 

His body hit the dirty water with a loud splash, and he screamed in humiliation. 

However, the officers did not stop there. They dragged him out again, handcuffed him, and pushed him into the police vehicle. 

“Please!! Please…” he kept screaming.

His pleas continued, but the door was slammed shut, and the car drove away.

Silence slowly returned to the scene.

The former owner turned to Justin and bowed slightly, his tone respectful. “I am deeply sorry for how you were treated,” he said. “If I had been here, this would never have happened.”

Justin nodded calmly. “It’s fine,” he replied.

Then he added, “There is one more matter.”

The former owner straightened immediately. “Yes, sir?”

“There are two guests staying here,” Justin said, mentioning the room number. “I want them evicted immediately.”

The former owner nodded without hesitation. “That will be done right away.”

Justin’s eyes hardened slightly as he added, “They are not to take anything with them. If they resist, threaten them with legal action and give them a full refund.”

“It will be handled,” the man assured him.

Justin paused briefly before adding quietly, “And do not tell anyone that I am the new owner.”

The former owner bowed again. “Understood.”

With that, Justin turned and walked out of the hotel.

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A short distance away, there was a small park. Justin walked over and sat down on a bench, positioning himself where he could clearly see the hotel entrance from afar.

A few minutes later, a commotion broke out at the entrance.

Steven and Britney were being dragged out of the building.

Steven, wearing only his boxers, struggled angrily as he shouted, “What is the meaning of this? We paid for this room!”

Beside him, Britney clutched a bedsheet tightly around her body, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. “Yes! You cannot just throw us out like this!” she protested loudly.

The staff paid no attention to their complaints.

“You have offended a high-status individual,” one of them said coldly. “You are no longer welcome here.”

Steven’s face twisted in confusion. “Who?” he demanded angrily. “Who did we offend?”

Britney looked equally shocked. “What are you talking about?” she shouted.

But no one answered them.

From where he sat, Justin watched everything secretly.

Slowly, a faint smile spread across his face.

“I am that high-status individual, and you would regret betraying me…”