Invisible Rich (The Invisible Rich Man 2)
Chapter 886
The young man took off his hat before putting it on the side. After which, he flicked the butts of his lit cigarettes out of the restaurant.
Once he took off his hat, everyone inside the restaurant could clearly see that despite his thin physique, he gave people an intimidating aura, and also how handsome and gentle his face was.
When the woman heard this, she began to act more anxiously.
“You must be blind! This is a genuine product! There is no way a person like you can tell the difference between a genuine product and a fake one! Why don't you admit that you won't compensate me! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson today so that you don't forget how powerful I am!”
The woman glanced at Bertold as she gestured for him to go ahead.
Bertold and his men started attacking the young man.
“Alright, that's enough. I know that you are all great people. However, it was truly a clone! Why would I lie to you?”
As he spoke, the young man grabbed the woman's dress and tore it apart.
“Ahhh!”
The woman started to scream loudly again.
“Look if you believe me. Original Hermes products are made from raw materials that are treated with great care. But look at your shirt. It is obviously made of industrial cotton. You must have bought a fake somewhere, right? It cost at most three hundred and ten dollars!”
Said the young man.
The woman wanted to scream into his ear.
However, he was shocked when he heard this.
Bertold, who was about to approach him, was also dumbfounded.
The two exchanged looks.
This was because everything the young man said was true. This is indeed a fake product that they bought for three hundred and eight dollars at a discount sale.
“So, we can only compensate you at most three hundred and ten dollars!”
The young man said with a triumphant smile.
"Aunt Mary, bring three hundred and ten dollars here!"
"Yes!"
Maria nodded.
The young man handed the money over to Bertold.
Bertold felt ashamed of being publicly humiliated by this young man in front of many pairs of eyes. What upset her was the fact that she even took the opportunity to tear up her women's dress.
How dare he show so hard that the woman is wearing a cheap mock dress!
If he leaves without doing anything, then he, Bertold, would rather just die!
“Oke, young man. You have good eyes, I have to give you that. However, even if it was really a clone, why did you have to tear up my lady dress? I'll turn you into a damned cripple for doing that!”
Without warning, he pointed his fist straight at the young man's face.
The explosion!
There's noise.
The young man immediately grabbed Bertold's fist.
And then, he tightened his grip on the fist.
"Ouch! That hurts! Let go of my fucking fist!”
Bertold shouted in pain.
She's surprised.
He could easily lift this man off the ground, but how could he possibly exert so much strength using just his fingers?
“You want to fight? Then you should just say it! ”
The young man replied with a faint smile.
After wiggling his wrist slightly, Bertold's arm started clicking and bending upwards at a strange angle.
After which, the young man gave Bertold a slight kick and he was flung onto his back easily.
"Ouch! My arm!"
Bertold screamed in pain.
His subordinates were all dumbfounded.
Hearing all the painful cracks as the young man clasped Bertold's fist made them realize how powerful this seemingly harmless man was.
Seeing how Bertold's body was moving, they instantly knew that his arm was sprained.
None of them dared to move a muscle.
"No problem. Will not hurt again after a while!”
The young man said as he crouched down next to the big man.
Bertold, who was shouting nonstop, looked at his deformed arm before realizing that he did not feel any more pain.
However, the awkward position of his bent arm looked extremely frightening.
At the same time, he saw the young man smiling indifferently at him. A chill crawled his spine as he began to realize how sinister the man's smile was.
He started sweating profusely as he said, "You ... what are you going to do to me?"
The young man smiled as he patted Bertold on the shoulder. “Bertold, with so many customers around, there is nothing I can do for you. Are you not asking for compensation? Come over! Why don't we step out and talk about it?”
