The Hero

Chapter 117 You All Teenagers

Sigmund is the precious little baby of his parents. The McLaren P1 GT parked next to it is proof of that.

Unlike its brother, the P1 GTR, the P1 GT is better suited for city asphalt. The twin turboV8 3.8-liter engine combined with an electric motor produces a maximum output of 735kw. Even the Ferrari 488 pista, known as the “ most powerful V8 engine in Maranello's marque history, is only capable of producing 530kw of power.

The P1 GT is a roaring steel and fire beast; a tyrant on the road. It is also a limited edition. There are only three P1 GTs produced worldwide.

And now, a multimillion-dollar animal belongs to 13-year-old Sigmund Kersey thanks to his incredibly extravagant parents.

Seeing Javier get out of the car, Sigmund spat out a cigarette in his mouth and stared intently at him. “Don't think Wyatt protecting you means bastard, bastard. I quit because I respect Wyatt enough. You don't mean shit. Of course, you should know all about your own worth right now, right?

“The prostitute divorced you! And what do you do in return? You scratched your knee, desperately trying to use our connection to save mother c*nt it! Congratulations, you just proved how stupid you are. ”

Javier put his hand in his pocket and didn't even glance at Sigmund. “Is that all you want to tell me? If yes, you can go home and see if Aunt Majorie warms up a bottle of milk for your nap. It's time to drink your milk, right? You're supposed to be 13, man, but you haven't grown smarter or taller. Where did all the food you ate go?”

Watching Javier walk past him with indifferent and haughty steps while Ciara followed him with a mocking grin infuriated Sigmund. “You think you're an asshole, huh?! You fucking trash! We don't even deserve to talk to me! I don't even understand why Grandpa cares so much about you! If it was me, I would have been disowned a long time ago! I won't even be shameless enough to come back!

"Oh wait! I know why now. You are just worried that you will be lost too. Not surprisingly, considering the intelligence of a piece of trash does make missing much easier.”

Javier did not plan to react to his cousin's temptations, but he did not expect Sigmund to take the low hanging fruit and also ridiculed his parents.

Ciara's blood was boiling. He charged towards her, his fists itching to teach her a lesson, when Javier suddenly stopped her. "No-no. You're older than him, Cici. You should be more mature than he is. ”

After saying that, Javier walked up to Sigmund while chuckling, his body looming over the arrogant 13-year-old boy, who seemed a little too eager to punch. “What, you want to touch this cheek, * bastard? Comeing! Touch 'em! Beat me, why not?”

Tactics pushed it too clearly even to be called a scheme. Sigmund wanted to provoke them into hitting him so that he could bring his wounds to their grandfather and ask him to tell them, whining and crying like a baby. He will play a sister card to mess up Javier and Ciara hard.

His intent was so transparent that it was almost incompetent.

Javier circled Sigmund and stopped behind him, his left hand still in his pocket. His right hand attacked like a claw and held the boy's neck. Like a stork, he lifted a 50-kilogram boy off the ground with one hand.

Panic began to attack him. It was not at all as he had imagined! At most, Javier should have slapped him and probably yelled at him! But now, judging by what he did, it seems very likely that Javier tried to strangle him to death!

He was only 13 years old under the splendor of a tyrant, so now that he was in legitimate trouble, he could not help but growl and growl, so now that he was in legitimate trouble, he could not help but growl, his foot was pedaling in the invisible water as he tried to free himself.

“Javy?” Ciara called out, sounding a little worried. She had seen her brother raise someone's neck before throwing him on the floor angrily earlier. Is he going to do the same to Sigmund now? If he slammed the boy onto a solid granite floor, well, Sigmund would end up like a watermelon thrown to the ground. His head will break and his brain will spill!

“go, Cici. Wait for me at home.”

Javier went around the bumper and into the driver's seat.

He drove up to the gate of his aunt's mansion. The car stops, and Javier drags the boy into the mansion as if he was dragging a bored ape.

Returning to his cage makes Sigmund's courage increase. “Javier, you bastard! Put me down now, you bastard!”

Son bastard?! What she meant was the twerp aunt herself! And he inserted the most famous F-bomb variant with another additional dig at his mother, to boot!

Now, he's pressing Javier's button.

Still dragging the barking twerp, Javier went all the way to the front door of the mansion. At that moment, a commotion had brought Sigmund's mother out of the house.

Marjorie White-Kersey is a voluptuous woman who is only 35 years old. She showed off her adult femininity, which was often reinforced by her tendency to wear sexy, frilly clothes. His own movements often provide a seductive allure.

However, right now, he was in no mood for that seductive allure. Watching Javier drag his precious baby away immediately drives him to become hysterical, rampaging. “You savage! How dare you touch my son! I'll kill you!”

Sigmund saw Marjorie hurling herself at them while smiling with satisfaction. As Javier's aunt, she had the authority to teach him a lesson, and Javier could only accept it.

However, to his surprise, Javier turns and kicks, sending Marjorie flying before she can land a loud slap in his niece's face. Lying on the floor, Marjorie felt a pain running through her stomach like fire, as if an elephant had just hit her. It is clear that Javier did not keep any power when he kicked him.

Seeing his mother hurt Sigmund made a rampage. He starts punching Javier's body furiously, but he's too weak a force to even count as a massage in his cousin's eyes. Javier ignored her easily and approached Marjorie, grabbed her chin and raised her head before moving her hand to the beautiful face of the woman.

Marjorie wanted to yell at Javier for a kick, but this second strike surprised her altogether. He never expected that he would hit her. “J-Javier-you dare to touch your aunt?!”

"My aunt? You finally remember that you were supposed to be my aunt? ” Javier scoffs at him and points at Sigmund, who keeps hitting Javier's back as hard as he can. “A twerp this immature age? I can forgive that. But what's your reason? Why are you just a teenager? I really just got home, and your son has insulted me and provoked me from the start. And now he's trying to beat me up! Being an older cousin, replying to Sigmund's spirit with my own fists might have a bad impact on me, but you're not off limits, are you? You are an adult! You have no reason to be as teenage and childish as your child. Just as he tried to make me angry showed his immaturity! So hitting you is fair, isn't he?"

Sigmund landed two more punches on Javier's back, and Javier returned the favor by slapping his mother twice violently.

The young man was angry. “How dare you hit my mom?! How dare you, you bastard?! I'll beat you to death!”

Javier is not afraid of him at all. Every blow Sigmund threw immediately translated into another slap on Marjorie's cheek. Two minutes later, his left cheek swelled up and was a blackish blue, and there was blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Javier has tortured her enough that Marjorie can barely feel her cheeks anymore. Looking at the window of reprieve, he quickly screeched with tears and anger in his eyes. “Stop hitting him, you son of a bitch! If you hit him again, he will beat me to death!”