Invisible Rich (The Invisible Rich Man 2)
Chapter 887
Bertold swallowed with fear.
The woman also began to feel fear.
He was afraid that this young man would also break his arm like he did with Bertold.
He followed behind the young man as they walked into the backyard.
They finally arrived at a hut in their backyard.
Thump!
The young man closed the heavy door behind them loudly.
Both are shivering in fear.
But they have no other choice. After all, Bertold could not let his arm stay that way.
“You better fix my arm for me. Or I won't let you go. Why don't you go around and ask .. ”
Bertold would not lose his pride that easily. So, he continued to speak with a hostile look in his eyes.
“Okay, that's enough. I told you that I know how strong you two are. So, let's talk about everything!”
The young man cut him off before he could finish speaking.
“Hehehe. As long as you fix my man's arm, we won't ask for any compensation! ”
Said the woman.
The slap!
The young man slapped the woman's face.
The woman fell to the ground after receiving a slap.
It came so suddenly that for a moment it surprised him. He was in such a confused state that he remained on the ground, staring with a puzzled expression on his face.
Without waiting for her husband to reply, the young man proceeded to break Bertold's other arm.
In the end, Bertold's two arms were completely deformed and he could only lie on the ground while squealing in pain.
He had fear written all over his face at this moment.
"How do you want to talk about something?"
The young man asked in a hostile tone.
“No...we don't discuss anything anymore! Let us go! We don't want to discuss anything anymore!”
Bertold answered in fear.
"What about three hundred and ten dollars?" The young man asked.
“I'll give it back to you. We... we don't want it anymore!”
This was not the first time Bertold had come looking for trouble, but he knew that this time was different. This time, he actually dug his own grave.
"Well fine then. Remember that you are giving it voluntarily. I didn't force you two to do it!” Said the young man.
“Yes, it's voluntary! We do it voluntarily!”
At this moment, the young man took out the three hundred and ten dollars he had just given Bertold, from his pocket.
“In addition, the two of you just hit Hunter outside. I don't care what you'll say, you should at least give us three hundred and ten dollars to cover the medical expenses, right? We had to take him to the hospital to be scanned and so on. As you can already see, the small clinic in our city is not well equipped. We have to take him to the area hospital and I'm afraid, the cost will be much more expensive than that!” Said the young man.
“We will compensate you. Three hundred and ten dollars! Just take!"
"And so…"
Said the young man.
“There's more?”
Bertold who had trouble breathing because of the pain asked.
The slap!
The young man slapped him in the face, "How dare you interrupt me while I'm talking."
"I'm so sorry, please go!"
“And also, when you just beat up Hunter, you destroy our tables, chairs, benches, pots, and pans. You will have to pay a hundred dollars for it, but I will make it easier by rounding it up to a hundred and fifty dollars! Now, pay!”
“We will pay! We'll pay! Friend, please help me. I can't take it anymore. My arm feels like there are thousands of insects gnawing at it!”
Bertold's face was pale because of all the pain he was experiencing.
"Well fine then. You should have this kind of attitude from the start and we don't have to waste our time like this! Just because you have money doesn't mean trash, okay?”
Said the young man.
After which, he restrained Bertold as he fixed his arm.
Miraculously, Bertold felt his arm recover and the pain go away.
"I remember now! Brother, I will remember that!”
Bertold answered while sweating coldly.
“We will come out and redeem the rest of our debt to you. Not a penny less, I swear on my mom!”
Bertold helped the woman, who had just regained consciousness to get up before they hurriedly returned to the restaurant.
“Bertold, are we really leaving just like that? I am not satisfied at all!”
The woman complained while sobbing.
His expression was as if he was the aggrieved party here.
