Counterfeit Hero

After the deathly silence, a commotion ensued!

Everyone present heard clearly; the sound played through the mobile phone was unmistakably Carey and Martin’s. The tone and voice characteristics were identical. Fatty had gone to the parking lot and returned in less than ten minutes, making it impossible to synthesize their voices using a computer in such a short time. Obviously, Fatty was not lying.

Understanding this, the way all the nobles looked at Carey and Martin had completely changed. What was just a slight suspicion before had now turned into complete contempt and ridicule. Just thinking that these two nobles actually frequented places lower-class people often visited and cavorted with prostitutes of unknown filthiness disgusted and embarrassed the nobles. Even the few aristocratic youths who came with Carey and Martin instinctively stepped back two steps.

They not only felt ashamed, but also the idiots mentioned in the recording were clearly referring to them. Unexpectedly, Carey and Martin, who seemed to be brotherly in public, casually insulted them behind their backs, showing they obviously didn’t care about them.

The noise in the crowd grew louder, with whispering, murmuring, laughing, mocking, and even some imitating the recording, provoking bursts of laughter. Apart from a few close-knit nobles awkwardly standing aside without saying a word, everyone else clearly regarded Carey and Martin as a joke and an outsider. From this moment on, these two were isolated, even excluded from the noble circle. Nobles were always realistic; they would never mix themselves with these clowns.

Carey and Martin were speechless, trembling all over, unsure whether it was extreme anger or extreme shame.

Martin was already stimulated by Fatty to the point of losing his mind. He stormed up in rage, grabbed the mobile phone, and smashed it hard on the ground, shouting wildly: "Fake! Fake! It’s all fake!"

Fatty’s honest face showed a panicked and heartbroken expression as he called out: "How can you throw other people’s things around? That’s mine, don’t you have any sense of reason!" He turned to Christina and asked: "Did you see that? The mobile phone wasn’t broken by me; if you want compensation, ask him for it; it has nothing to do with me!"

Martin punched Fatty suddenly, unable to accept such humiliation. In his fit of fury, he had forgotten the embarrassment of being pushed to the ground earlier. His anger was enough to make him lose his senses. Amid the noble ladies’ exclamations, Fatty seemed not to see the punch as he turned to pick up the mobile phone fragments on the ground. As a result, Martin’s punch hit his shoulder directly.

Fatty’s shoulder moved slightly, hard to notice by others, and all people heard was Martin’s scream of pain as his hand failed to exert force and ended up breaking when it hit Fatty’s shoulder bone.