"What in the world do you think you're doing?!"
"With one call to my connections and you're going to jail for your violent and threatening behavior! You're a danger to society just like your child!"
"Call the police chief here!"
"This matter won't end with just this brat's expulsion!"
"You hurt my child so I'll ruin yours!"
"There's nothing you can do about it!!"
Their words were fierce and full of arrogance empowered by their anger and power. Being of high status for a long time and flattered daily by those beneath them in status made them ignorant of caution and overestimate themselves.
They berated Angus and cursed Ian with a terrifying momentum, as if the two had killed their children.
None of them noticed or cared for the extraordinary aura around the cold-looking man, believing that a child from the special class could not possibly be from a well-off family let alone a powerful one.
The bodyguard stepped forward aggressively, rolls of violent air came off of him causing the families to subconsciously step back in fear. Nobody knew how to fight in their group, long used to indulgence and with servants and bodyguards at their beck and call, they never had a need to defend themselves with their own hands.
Angus stopped the bodyguard with a wave of his hand.
The bodyguard's steps stopped.
With a cold sweep of his eyes over the superior and bumptious, haughty adults in front of him who think they're something just because of the little money they had and the minuscule power in their hands, Angus deemed it beneath himself to even reply to their accusations and insults. They were just a bunch of flies buzzing around. Annoying but insignificant.
However, involving Ian made it different.
No matter how small a mosquito that pricks his little brother, he'll squash it into meat paste.
Angus's eyes flashed with an icy light.
The principal broke out in cold sweat upon meeting Angus's gaze for just a split second. Shivering uncontrollably, he could only pray that he doesn't get innocently involved and suffer this big boss's wrath.
"Imprudent! How dare you look at me with those eyes! Do you think you're above everyone here?!" One of the parents stepped out with a deep bellow. He was the father of Manl, the delinquent Ian had stepped on and knocked out.
"I'll have the chief of police arrest you and put you in prison for life for the crime of threatening the life of a politician and his family!" The boxing delinquent's father, who was a popular candidate for the county governor position, also stepped forward and said authoritatively with pride in his tone for his close relationship with the police chief, full of himself for having the power to decide someone's life.
For the first time since he entered the office and came under attack by the families of the delinquents, Angus spoke.
Enunciating every word in the two word sentence with biting frost.
Like watching a clown jump around, a hint of amusement underlined his words.
"Just try."
The politician's face turned red from the perceived doubt of his ability and the sarcasm he detected.
"Try, huh? I'll do it for you to see, see if I can do it or not!"
In a fit of anger, the politician dialed the number of the chief of police and put it on speaker mode so that everyone could hear.
He was going to be appointed as the county governor next quarter as the election candidate with the highest support among the people and the chief of police will be reporting to him at that time. So beforehand, the chief of police had contacted the politician to curry favor, saying that if there's anything he needs, just call and he'll get it done right away.
Clack.
The call connected.
"Chief of police here. Who is calling?"
"Benjamin. It's me."
"Ah! Sir politician! What can this humble public servant do for the future governor?"
"The thing is, my son suffered school violence. He had his legs broken and his ribs crushed. Not a piece of him is clean and fine. What do you think should be done to the culprit?"
"This is terrible! Tell me who did it?! I'll have them arrested and tried!"
The politician paused for a moment. He really didn't know the name of the student who did it.
The politician turned to look inquisitively at the principal who had been invisible until now.
The principal inwardly made a constipated face. But he had no choice, he also couldn't afford to offend this political bigshot, no matter how small he was in the big picture he was not someone a principal of a high school like him can deal with. The principal sneaked a quick glance at the big boss of both the underworld and the surface and saw no signs of displeasure so he hesitantly answered the politician.
"...This student is called Ian Everett."
Everett? Why does this surname sound so familiar? It certainly rings a bell…
The politician suddenly hesitated. But then remembering the tragedy that happened to his son and the embarrassment he would suffer from letting go of these poor peasants, the politician gritted his teeth and said to the chief of police, still on the call, "Someone called Ian Everett at S High School did it. You must get justice for me!"
"...Ian…Everett…?" The chief of police's voice paused, slightly quivering unnoticeably at the end.
Suddenly, the politician had a bad feeling in his guts. The other influential figures and those with deep pockets looked inquisitively at the face of the politician which was turning solemn.
They also had a bad feeling.
The chief of police finally spoke again after a period of uncomfortable silence that made the hearts of the parents unsettled.
"Are you sure he's an Everett?"
"What do you mean?" A sense of urgency unconsciously seeped into the politician's voice, the ominous feeling grew. In all his years in the political scene, he has never felt so strongly as he did in this moment. He felt an impending doom coming upon him, but he didn't believe it, no, he refused to believe it.
"By any chance, do you have any idea who his older brother is?"
"What?"
"Okay." The other party on the other side of the call sighed deeply. The other no longer even tried to flatter him. "Let me get this straight—a 16 year old male student named Ian Everett beat up your son, correct?"
"As far as I know of… yes." The politician trepidly replied only after seeing the principal nod after hearing the information.
He heard deep breathing from the other side as they seemed to struggle to come to terms with reality, or rather, struggling with his outbreak of nerves. Out of everyone, why does this blasted politician have to mess with… that man's person!
But the politician had no idea that the person on the other side of the phone who had just flattered him a second ago was cursing him and his bad luck vehemently in his heart.
"Hello?" The politician had heard no response from the other side for a while. He even suspected that the call had hung up without him knowing.
The chief of police finally managed to calm himself down, at least calm enough to continue chatting with who he deemed as a moron of a politician. "...I hope you will seriously answer me this—if you don't know, find it out this instant. Who is Ian Everett's older brother?"
Confused and somewhat frightened by the unusual tone the chief of police was using with him, the politician subconsciously looked up at the one who he assumed was Ian's brother.
The cold-looking young man looked right back at him.
Suddenly, a bad feeling came over the boxer delinquent's father. He finally took the time to observe the clothes the other wore. Expensive and of the highest quality that not even he and his family gets to wear. A domineering and authoritative demeanor and powerful bearing.
Uncommon manners and gestures. Not a hint of humbleness or regard for those around him.
A tough and strong bodyguard by his side protecting his safety.
The politician instantly felt that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Just what is the background of the student who dared to use such a heavy hand on his son?!
He suddenly didn't want to know the name of this person.
But it was too late. What has been said has been said. What has been done has been done.
He was currently still on call with the police chief who was waiting for his answer that would determine their life and death.
The politician never once thought that things would get so serious with a school incident. He had only planned on showing his face and handling things appropriately before leaving for his other important businesses. After all, it was just a weak student with no support or backing, how hard could it be for him to take care of him?
Never did he imagine that things would come to a standstill and it was him who was losing the edge.
The other equally big figures in the business and political world were getting impatient, they had other appointments on their schedule today and things were slowing down to a halt on this matter for an unknown reason. They wanted to punish this brat who hurt their children at once and then leave.
Mrs. Gao, the most proactive parent present who had almost slapped Ian in the face, said impatiently, "Isn't it just his name? Do you have to dawdle for half a day? You're wasting everyone's time! Not a very efficient politician, I see." She sneered, the word "incompetent" written on her face as she rolled her eyes at the reddening face of the politician.
Turning her head, she pointed her newly manicured nails at Angus.
"You. Spit out your name! If you had a brain you would know that our chief of police wants to know your name!" Her exquisitely-made nails moved around in the air as if jabbing at Angus through the void and space.
Ian furrowed his eyebrows. Displeasure flashed across his eyes as anger faintly simmered in his chest. He was ready to stand up, no longer willing to only watch this boring, laughable play.
Just like Angus's bottom line was Ian, Ian's reverse scale was his loved ones.
However, as though Angus had known what Ian would do. At the moment that Ian made a move, Angus's eyes swept over to his area.
Reading the meaning in his brother's eyes, Ian paused and sat back down again on his hard, backaching chair.
On the other hand, diverting his attention back to the snobbish middle-aged woman who appeared to have taken good care of her appearance since she appeared as though she were in her early thirties, Angus did as they wanted.
He gave them his name.
He can only hope they don't regret it.
They have lived their short lives in vain.
The cold, thin lips opened and closed curtly.
"Angus Everett."