The Revenge of Invincible Heir

Chapter 8

Melvis slammed the man's hand down so hard that the man in front of him took a few steps back. One of his feet entered the puddle, splashing water onto the car's body.

The man widened his eyes to see his car was dirty. His eyes glared at Melvis. "You bastard! You've made my luxury car dirty! You have to compensate me 1000 dollars because you crossed suddenly. The body of my car was scuffed against the curb."

Melvis smiled faintly while rolling his eyes. "It's just an ugly car, such an exaggeration. It's only a little dirty, anyway. It's not scratched at all. It's a cheap car."

Melvis had been looking through car catalogs for a while, wanting to take Liona to the car sales. He had saved up some money, planning to buy a car to take his girlfriend out. But Liona betrayed him instead. So, he knew that the vehicle in front of him was no more than two million dollars, and according to Melvis, who was now a rich man, it was a bargain compared to the car he had taken to the bank.

"What did you say? Cheap? Can you even afford it? Your pride alone wouldn't be enough to buy this car, damn it! How dare you insult me like that." The man was annoyed, not accepting Melvis' words.

Melvis responded casually. "Yes, I've seen a car catalog, and the price of your car is still classified as a cheap car."

The man pointed his index finger at Melvis' face. "You really are a piece of shit! I will make your life difficult, and you'll regret everything you said!"

The man returned to his car, then came out with a baseball bat. He lifted the bat up, about to beat Melvis with it. Just as the baseball bat was about to hit Melvis, Quen came to block it with his hand.

The man frowned, getting more and more annoyed at failing to hit Melvis. "Who are you? What are you doing? Get lost! Strangers shouldn't interfere in our business!"

Quen snatched the baseball bat from the man's hand roughly. "If my Master is in danger, I should interfere. I'll keep him safe."

"Where is your master?" The man laughed while scrunching his waist. He looked around, not seeing what Master Quen was referring to. With such fine clothes Quen wore, the man thought that Quen's Master must be extraordinary. Not just anybody. "If you want to protect that Master of yours, just go to your Master! Why are you bothering me? Damn it!"

"This Mr. Melvis is my master." Quen stared intently at the man while brandishing a baseball bat in front of him. "If you dare to hurt my master, I'll break those bones of yours!"

The rough man grinned as he took in Melvis' appearance from head to toe. "There's no way this man is your Master. You must be putting on an act." He gyrated his waist while pointing his index finger at Melvis' face. "Hey, you should still compensate me for getting my car scuffed and dirty!"

"I don't want to!" Melvis looked sharply at the man.

The rude man did not accept Melvis' words. "Damn it!" He raised his hand, about to punch Melvis, but Quen managed to block the man's hand again and hit the man's face first with his left hand.

Quen's punch was more painful than a baseball bat. The tip of his fist was blunt and powerful. He has even been dubbed the iron fist in his martial arts school. Hence, he was appointed the most excellent and best bodyguard.

The man grimaced in pain as he stroked the corner of his lip where it hurt. He pointed an index finger at Quen's face. "Insolent! How dare you hit me. I'll report you to the police." You have to compensate me for the car and the wound on my face!"

Melvis chuckled while looking sarcastically at the man. "You are at fault. You're the one who should be compensated and blamed because you dropped my bread and almost hit me."

The rude man pointed his index finger back at Melvis. "You who has no eyes, crossing carelessly! You made me brake so suddenly that I slammed into the side of the road. Look at the scuff on my luxury car because of you, damn it!" He ruffled his waist while raising his face haughtily. "Anyway, you have to compensate!"

"Alright, then. I know how to compensate for my ten minutes of precious time wasted because of you. Of course, my time will be worth a lot of money." Melvis raised his hand to Quen. "Give me that baseball bat."

Quen gave it to Melvis. The man looked panicked when Melvis started approaching his car. "Hey, what are you going to do?"

Melvis ignored the man, then hit the hood of the man's car repeatedly and hard with the baseball bat. Everyone around them screamed hysterically, including the man. He tried to block Melvis from destroying his car, but Quen kept him quiet.

"No. What are you doing? My fancy car!" The man shouted, trying to break free from Quen's grip, but Quen's grip was too firm.

Melvis continued to smash the car. The shattering of the car's glass rang loudly in the ears, especially since everyone there was silent, and the atmosphere became quiet. Only the sound of glass shattering and Melvis' punches dominated.

"Damn it! Why did you smash my car? It's an expensive car!" The man was hysterical because it took him a long time to buy the car, and now it was being destroyed in front of his eyes.

Hearing the man's cursing, Melvis' anger grew to the top of his head. His jaw hardened to the point where the veins in his neck stood out. Melvis shifted position, smashing the left side of the car. The glass immediately shattered and almost hit him.

After it shattered, Melvis threw the baseball bat right by the man's feet. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a 100-dollar bill. Melvis placed the money on the hood of the destroyed car. "This is the same amount of compensation, 100 dollars, for my toast that fell because of you." He stared intently at the man. "You're the one who ruined your own life."

Melvis walked away. Quen immediately let go of the man's hand and followed behind Melvis. The man's whole body felt weak. Even his knees could not support his body, causing him to fall sitting on the dirty, muddy ground.

"My car." The man looked down weakly, crying at the condition of his car. That had been damaged like it had just been hit by a big truck.

Everyone there was surprised that the man's car was so lovely. They looked at him with compassionate gazes. "What a pity. That car is costly, and not just anyone can buy it."

"Look, even now, it doesn't look valuable. It's like a junk car in a garbage dump." Other people also commented on the state of the man's car.

The man's heart sank even further when the other comments started coming in. His breathing was so labored that he couldn't even speak. The man could only cry and mourn. Now, he didn't know what to take home.

Melvis got into the car, cleaning his clothes that had been splintered by the windshield. He looked at Quen, who was still outside the vehicle. "Buy me some more toast."

Quen bowed his head respectfully. "Yes, sir. I will buy it immediately."

Quen walked away from Melvis, went to the toast shop, and ordered the same toast Melvis had bought. He watched the rough man, still sitting limply, looking at the wrecked car. Then not long after, the smell of toast wafted into her nostrils. He turned hia head to where the scent was coming from. Quen was standing right before him while holding out a toast similar to the one from earlier.

Quen bowed his head respectfully. "This is bread for Master. I have bought some more."

Melvis smiled. Happily, Quen was more than just reliable. He took the toast in Quen's hand. "Thank you."

Quen bowed respectfully while nodding his head. "No problem, sir. I am at your service."