Rory spoke and glanced around at his men, who immediately understood and gathered around Stella.
“Well, since you‘re sincere enough to atone for your younger brother‘s mistake, I‘ll grant you the
opportunity...”
Rory smiled mockingly with sheer arrogance on his youthful face. “I don‘t need you to pay for any
medical bills. I don‘t need that kind of money ... How about you stay with me for one night and I‘ll let
this slide.”
“No way,” Stella rejected him outright and frowned in disgust.“ That‘s impossible.”
“That‘s not up to you...” Rory suddenly approached her with an evil look on his face. “You‘re worth more
than a medical bill.”
Stella glared at him sharply and put her hand on the bottle behind her, about to fight them.
Rory, however, noticed her tenseness and spat impatiently,“ These are all my men. If you don‘t want to
suffer, you better behave. I don‘t want to hurt a beautiful girl like you...”
He eagerly went up, only to let out an abrupt scream.
“Aaaa!”
Before he could react, he was already kneeling on one knee, his face distorted in anguish.
Weston solemnly stood behind him and restrained him with one
hand on his head. He held him to the ground, and with a stone cold glare, said, “I see you do need a
little compensation for your medical bill.” With his tone heavy and murderous, an air of ruthlessness
surrounded him.
Rory did not know where he had come from. He did not recognize him. He struggled to get up, roaring,
“Who the f*ck are you! Let go of me!”
Weston released his hand and waited until Rory stumbled to his feet. Then, he stomped on him.
“Scum,” he cursed coldly.
Weston increased the force and rubbed Rory‘s face hard against the ground. Rory screamed out in
pain.
“Gaaa–rgh!!! Owwww!”
He instinctively looked at Stella with a face distorted in agony.
However, Stella was staring at Weston, a trace of surprise flashing across her eyes. The group of men,
intimated by his powerful aura, were afraid to step forward.
“Why is there another guy?”
“I don‘t know... He‘s stepping on Rory. Should we help him?”
“You should go...”
“No, you...”
Still in his usual low–profile black suit, Weston reached up and tugged at his tie before casually putting
his priceless wristwatch aside. He was still stepping on Rory‘s head with his high–quality handmade
leather shoe.
He glanced over the men in the bar. “You can come at me once.”
His tone was contemptuous. It seemed like a different side of him.
Stella stepped forward to stop him. She said with a frown,” Weston, calm down!”
Rory‘s men were all here. How could he beat all of them? He might be good, but he certainly couldn‘t
fight a crowd.
Weston raised his eyes slightly and looked at her, the fury in his eyes still present. However, the
moment their gazes met, the flames diminished a little.
“You have to let me vent my anger, or I‘ll torment you tonight, hm?” As he spoke, he suddenly curled
his lips into a wicked smile.
His cold smile was chillingly murderous. This group of men had pissed him off, and he probably
wouldn‘t let it slide without doing anything.
Stella had rarely seen such a wicked side of his. To her, he was always arrogant, aloof, and distant.
She never thought he could be this angry and irrational.
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