Chapter 41 King of Hell
At this moment, another friend staggered over, speaking with a curious tone: "Samuel, your taste is certainly unique, but I’m very curious about that uncle you mentioned. After all, you hardly talked about him before. I didn’t expect Miss Lindsey to have such deep feelings for him, it’s really unimaginable."
The friend teased, "Who would have thought our great beauty wouldn’t like young guys but has instead fallen for a mature uncle."
Regarding this topic, Samuel Grant really didn’t feel like mentioning his little uncle, William Foster, and was even less inclined to say more. He just pushed the friend beside him forcefully and responded coldly: "Stop making such jokes, his seniority is a fact."
Yet those nearby continued to joke about William Foster. If this business were heard by the man known as the "King of Hell," the consequences could be quite severe.
Just as the crowd was laughing and talking, a man wearing a hat and mask quietly approached them and suddenly grabbed the front of Samuel Grant’s shirt, dragging him into a nearby alley without hesitation.
Samuel Grant and his friends had drunk too much, and at that moment, no one could react in time to stop what was happening.
After the stranger threw Samuel Grant heavily to the ground, he sat directly on his chest, raising his arm without delay. A loud and crisp "smack" echoed in the narrow, dark alley.
Following closely, he changed direction and delivered a few more slaps, "smack smack smack" resonating continuously.
Faced with this sudden attack, the dizzy Samuel Grant instinctively tried to struggle, attempting to break free, but he couldn’t escape.
The assailant maintained a serious demeanor, counting earnestly: "1, 2, 3... 6, 7..."
Finally, one of the companions on site noticed things were amiss and immediately shouted: "Oh no! Quick, look, Samuel is being beaten!"
Another followed, screaming: "Quick, save him! Go save Samuel!"