THE DOMINANT YOUNG MASTER

Chapter 7

Someone forcibly removed the black hood from Gideon's head. At that moment, everything became clear: several men dressed all in black and another man who was completely familiar.

The man sat not far from Gideon, his legs crossed, a cigarette in his hand.

After seeing Gideon's exposed face, the man grinned faintly. "Welcome, loser. We all welcome you." He immediately laughed.

The man was Handy, this time taking a slow drag on his cigarette. He had deliberately asked his men to place a chair directly in front of Gideon, thinking he wanted to enjoy Gideon's terrified expression.

But this time it was different. Gideon simply stared at him expressionlessly. His sharp gaze irritated the man.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you not happy to be here?"

Handy saw something completely different about Gideon. Many questions arose in his mind. He still couldn't believe the black card Gideon held. Of course, he also wanted revenge for Gideon's previous behavior, which had caused him to fall onto the street.

Everyone laughed, watching Gideon appear helpless, his body tied to a chair.

But there wasn't a hint of worry on his face. Gideon had known this would happen to him. He simply followed the flow of their plans. And as he suspected, this was all Handy's scheme, seeking revenge. Handy had failed to embarrass him earlier at the restaurant, so he knew Handy would do something cunning.

Gideon stared at Handy with a sharp gaze. His face displayed a strong sense of dominance. This made Handy hesitate slightly. But he quickly dismissed those feelings, knowing that Gideon wasn't a man he needed to fear. After all, he was tied up like a helpless rat.

Handy took another drag on the cigarette in his hand. Then, exhaling smoke, he glanced at Gideon. "Are you dissatisfied with all the companies rejecting you, and now you're trying to deal with me again?"

"You're wrong because you always play around with me. This time, I'll make sure you only experience destruction in your life." He threw away the cigarette butt and stomped on it.

But this time, Handy stopped. He looked at Gideon seriously. "Tell me too, where did you get that black card?"

Once again, Gideon was still staring at him with a sharp gaze. There was no movement or response from him.

This seemed odd.

Was this man insane?

"I know you were desperate enough to steal a black card from someone, right?" He laughed loudly. "I never thought your life would turn into something so terrible."

"I didn't steal it from anyone. It's mine," Gideon emphasized.

Handy laughed out loud. He thought Gideon was completely insane. "Do you think I'm stupid?" The next moment, his expression turned stern. "You're just a poor man; it's impossible for you to have one."

"The only thing that makes sense is that you stole it from someone." Handy continued to press his accusations. "Tell me where you got that black card."

Handy couldn't contain his anger. He had been humiliated because of this. Furthermore, he was certain Gideon had gotten it from someone else. So Handy reasoned that he was more deserving of the black card. Or, if not, he needed to seize it and destroy it.

Gideon's expression was stern. His eyes glinted. "I already told you I didn't steal her from anyone."

"Why do you keep bothering me?" he raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you satisfied with taking that bitch?" Gideon emphasized.

"Damn it! How dare you call Jolie that!" He looked furious. He stomped his foot hard. His blood boiled.

Gideon smirked. That woman deserved to be called a bitch. She had even betrayed him. He still vividly remembered the moment she begged Handy not to stop her movements. Remembering it made his stomach churn.

Seeing Gideon's grin, the man couldn't contain his anger. He clenched his fists. "How dare you laugh at me. Have you forgotten who you're dealing with?"

He rose from his seat. He stood up and walked toward Gideon. The man was already tied up. But not a trace of fear could be seen on his face.

Handy stood directly in front of Gideon. “I could even break your jaw easily!” he threatened firmly. “But before that, I need to do something.”

Handy quickly searched through Gideon’s pockets. With Gideon tied up, he easily obtained it. Handy smirked as the black card moved in his hand.

“Hasn’t this stolen black card been so arrogant? Now I’m going to destroy it,” Handy threatened.

Gideon showed his anger. “Give me back the black card!”

Handy laughed triumphantly. He could have taken the black card for himself. But he simply didn’t want to deal with the card’s true owner, so the only way out was to break it.

Without thinking, Handy quickly broke the black card in front of Gideon. He ended with a hearty laugh.

Gideon was furious. His jaw clenched and his gaze sharp. “How dare you do that?”

“Why not? Do you think I’m afraid of you?” He snapped his fingers in front of Gideon. "I can even kill you quickly."

Handy signaled to his men.

Several men immediately approached, standing behind Handy. They showed Gideon their massive muscles.

Gideon looked at them in turn. He grinned again. Then he shook his head. "You won't be able to do it."

Handy was shocked. In such a desperate situation, how could he muster such courage? He even saw a different Gideon. Previously, Handy only knew him as a coward who couldn't do anything.

"Are you challenging me?" His eyes were completely round. His jaw clenched, as if ready to pounce on Gideon at any moment. "Damn it!"

"I guarantee you'll pay dearly for those words," Handy threatened once more. "You will truly die by my hands."

Handy fell silent. He had an extraordinary thought in his mind. "But before you die, I will make sure you get another amazing show." He smiled faintly. “You’ll see Jolie writhe beneath me. Then, I’ll make her beg.”

Handy was absolutely certain that the man still loved Jolie. It was impossible for him to forget her so quickly. Jolie was a very beautiful woman. She didn't even deserve to be with Gideon, who had nothing.

Gideon stared at him blankly. "Before you can do that, you'll regret it."

Handy couldn't stand it. He then raised his hands and gripped both of Gideon's shoulders.

Knowing this, Gideon's expression changed. He glared at Handy sharply. He was clearly displeased. "Get your dirty hands away."

"Dirty hands?" He repeated Gideon's words angrily. "How dare you say that. Get ready!" Handy was about to land a punch on Gideon's jaw, but he was shocked when the blow didn't even knock him down; instead, he felt the excruciating pain in his hand.

Handy quickly withdrew his hand. He saw that it was now red, as if he had just punched concrete.

This completely shocked him. He tried to suppress the pain in his hand. Then, his gaze focused intently on Gideon. "What happened? How is this possible?"

One of the men in black stared at Handy, sensing something strange. He asked, "What happened?"

Of course, Handy couldn't explain everything to them. He simply shouted, "Finish him!"

Several men nodded simultaneously. They prepared to attack. They assumed that Gideon's bound state would make it easier for them to kill him.

But now they could see Gideon's domineering gaze, making some of the men present hesitate. But they ignored that feeling. One of them approached and threw a punch.

"Arhhh!"

A scream echoed as the man pulled his hand away. His eyes immediately snapped open and stared at Gideon in disbelief. "How could his body have hardened like concrete?"

Gideon honestly didn't know what was happening to him. He thought it was impossible. But he quickly remembered Paul's earlier words. This time, Gideon understood.

Gideon didn't want to waste any more time. He immediately kicked several men with one foot. He did it with great ease. With just one kick, several men fell over simultaneously. Some of them slammed into the old wood of the building.

Handy was shocked by this. But suddenly, he saw Gideon, who had managed to break free from the shackles that bound him.

Handy swallowed hard.

All his men were unconscious. Now he was the only one left.

Gideon stepped closer. He approached Handy, who was starting to shrink.

"What are you going to do?"

Gideon grinned. "No. I just want to play around a little." He paused. Then he looked at Handy's hands and feet. "I'll probably just cripple you.”