Mr. Hicks, the manager of Champs Elys Resort, was completely dumbfounded at that scene.
He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, neither did his guards. None of them dared to move an inch.
Marcus wailed loudly, “Uncle Rhodes, please stop! What the hell is going on?”
Albert stomped on Marcus’s face while growling, “Marcus Lloyd, you feel so powerful and majestic because I treat you like my own nephew, don’t you? Huh! Who gave you the right to be so cocky outside?!”
Marcus cried, horrified, “Uncle Rhodes, why are you so pissed? Tell me and I’ll fix it!”
Albert kicked him while cursing, “Master Wade is my lifesaver, my hero, but you, b*stard, you insulted him! Go to hell!”
Marcus realized that he had messed with someone he shouldn’t. He wailed and pleaded, “I’m sorry, Uncle Rhodes, I’m so sorry! I’ll apologize to Master Wade. Please, please forgive me! It’s all my fault! Please! I’m willing to compensate him for his loss!”
Albert looked disdainfully at his Maserati and sneered, “Oh, you’re driving a new car, I see. You’re so cocky and proud because of it, aren’t you? Guys, smash his car! I want to hear it being crumpled into pieces! Oh, driving a f*cking Maserati makes you so arrogant, huh!”
“Alright, boss!” The men in black behind Albert cheered. They grabbed clubs and sticks and hurled them towards the Maserati.
The plastic lady inside the Maserati screamed in terror and rushed out of the car.
Albert knew at first glance that the lady was not decent. He ordered his man, “Hey, get that plastic girl here and force her to her knees!”
Then, the men grabbed the lady and pushed her onto the floor.
She shouted in agitation, “What do you think you’re doing? I warn you, I have millions of fans on Facebook! I’ll expose all of you!”
“Motherf*cker!” Albert slapped her across the face, denting her prosthetic nose. He pointed at her and cursed, “A small-time Internet celebrity is trying to threaten me, huh! Do you know who I am?”
“Who knows who you are, f*cking old man?!” the plastic lady growled.
Marcus was shocked. He slapped her and shouted, “Are you crazy? He’s Don Albert!”
After she went back to the car, she was taking selfies with the Maserati’s steering wheel and was ignorant of what was unfolding outside the car. When she heard about Don Albert, she shivered in fear and said, “Don Albert, I…. I’m sorry! If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have talked back at you like that…”
Albert demanded, “Unlock your phone and give it to me!”
The plastic face didn’t know what he wanted to do, but she dared not disobey him. He was the king of Aurous Hill’s underworld, after all, so she could only obey his demand obediently.
Albert took her phone, clicked on Facebook Live, started a live broadcast, and said loudly as he pointed the camera on her face with the crooked nose, “Come, look at the camera and say ‘I am a f*cking sl*t who flirts with rich kids’, and say it ten times!”
The plastic face trembled as she saw Albert was doing a live broadcast and pleaded, “Please, Don Albert, you can’t do that… I have a lot of fans… What should I do if they see me like this…”
“You don’t want to say it, huh?” Albert nodded and gestured at his men. “Boys, tie her up and take her to my KTV lounge. Keep her there as the hostess for three years. If she runs, beat her to death.”
“Yes, boss!” The men hurried forward.
The plastic face pleaded, crying and begging, “No, please! Okay, I’ll say it! I’ll say it…”
Albert pointed the camera back at her and shouted coldly, “Hurry up!”
Tears messed up her makeup as the plastic face mumbled, “I’m a f*cking sl*t who flirts with rich kids…”
After repeating that ten times in a row, Albert stopped the live broadcast and posted the video on her page as a permanent post before he slammed the phone to the floor and broke it into pieces.