The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution

Chapter 9

Miss Anna Mendes

Anna Mendes?

Muttering the name repeatedly in his mind, Tyson grew more certain that he had never heard of anyone by that name before.

So he asked the system, “Who is she? I don’t know her.”

[It’s natural that you don’t. Less than two years ago, Anna Mendes had just returned to this country after living in Urdanica since she was ten years old.]

Tyson nodded in understanding.

[I’ll send you Anna Mendes’s data details. Don’t forget to review them.]

“Okay, thanks. I’ll sleep first.”

Before the system could respond, Tyson had already closed his eyes and fallen asleep. In his dreams, he saw that this world wasn’t truly made for him ,  that he had merely been found by the system by coincidence and given a second chance.

That, in truth, he had died on that gallows, and not a single member of his family had come to claim his body, so he was buried in some random graveyard.

The dream was terrifying enough to wake him drenched in sweat.

“Thankfully, it was only a dream,” he muttered to the now-inactive system.

During breakfast, Tyson checked the information on Anna Mendes that the system had prepared on his phone. He read carefully and found the girl to be quite intriguing.

Anna Mendes was the second child of the Mendes family. She had a twin sister who was often sick, so since childhood, Anna hadn’t received much attention ,  though her situation was still far better than Tyson’s, who had been completely neglected.

Because of that, Anna developed a rebellious and hard-to-control personality, which overwhelmed her parents and led them to send her to Mrs. Madeline Mendes’s parents ,  Anna’s grandparents ,  who lived in Urdanica. Only after graduating from college did the girl return to the country.

Tyson went through each of Anna’s “notable deeds” from her two years back in the country and sighed softly.

“This girl is something else,” he commented. Still, he found himself admiring her.

After all, what Anna had done were things he never had the courage to do in the past. Tyson felt that with the person he had become now, he could handle ,  even support ,  a girl like her. Troublesome, yes, but definitely challenging.

On the weekend night, Tyson went to Paradise Bar as instructed by the system, which had told him that Anna would be there at that time.

He dressed up that night, making himself look attractive and mature. Even if he didn’t have much money, with his appearance, no one would doubt the weight of his wallet.

He ordered a taxi and headed straight for Paradise Bar.

It was around 10 p.m. when Tyson arrived. He summoned his system and asked, “Where can I find her?”

The system didn’t respond right away, forcing him to go inside and look for her himself. He ordered a drink, occasionally glancing around to catch a glimpse of a face that might seem both familiar and strange.

Anna was nowhere to be seen, so Tyson assumed she hadn’t arrived yet. He decided to wait, passing the time by chatting with the bartender now and then.

Nearly an hour passed, yet the person he was looking for still hadn’t appeared. Just as boredom began to creep in, a commotion erupted on the bar’s second floor.

“There’s a fight upstairs!” a woman shouted to one of the security guards.

Tyson glanced up briefly before dismissing it.

At that moment, the system suddenly activated.

[Anna Mendes has been on the second floor since 7:00 p.m. tonight.]

Tyson’s expression turned unreadable. Seven p.m. was when the bar opened. For a 23-year-old woman to show up that early was… unexpected.

That was his only thought as he stood up and made his way to the second floor.

Just as the woman had said, there really was a fight breaking out there. Tyson only wanted to find Anna and had no interest in getting involved, but the person he was looking for happened to be right in the middle of it.

At that moment, Tyson didn’t know how to react. He frowned in frustration but could do nothing about it. He needed this girl.

The security guards and several staff members could only watch helplessly as the two large men brawled. After all, both of them had backgrounds that weren’t to be trifled with.

Meanwhile, the drunken Anna seemed to be the prize they were fighting over.

Without hesitation, Tyson approached the trio. One of the men, a tall, muscular brute, was trying to pull Anna closer, while the other, a slick-haired, skinny man, blocked Tyson’s path.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Tyson’s voice was calm but firm, drawing both men’s attention.

“Stay out of this, buddy. Know your place,” the muscular man growled, tightening his grip on Anna’s arm.

“I don’t think the lady wants to stay,” Tyson replied, stepping closer. His sharp gaze met the man’s without a hint of fear.

The skinny man sneered, though there was a flicker of unease in his tone. “Mind your own business!”

Tyson ignored them and moved in to take Anna from their grasp, but of course, he was blocked. A fight became inevitable, especially since both men were drunk.

The muscular man, angered by his companion’s refusal to back down and by Tyson’s boldness, swung the first punch.

Naturally, Tyson wasn’t some helpless pushover, he countered with an even harder hit. Despite being outnumbered, he stayed remarkably composed throughout the fight.

Amid the chaos, the skinny man shoved Anna, causing her to stumble forward. She would have slammed her head on the table if Tyson hadn’t caught her just in time, pulling her into his arms.

The sudden contact jolted Anna slightly awake, but she’d been drugged, her body felt heavy and unresponsive. She lifted her hand to cling to Tyson’s neck, her hazy eyes alluring and unfocused.

The atmosphere grew dangerously intimate, until a voice cut through it.

A man, a police officer disguised as an ordinary customer, stepped forward, gun in hand.

“Tsk,” he said coldly, “looks like you’re still more comfortable behind bars.”