The Super Rich Second Generation

Chapter 4 Intimidation

By my conscience, just now James was truly absorbed in reading the book. When he came across an obscure interchangeable character, he instinctively asked Blue about it without giving it much thought. Little did he know that the character "f*ck off" now, when heard by Ruth and the others, carried a completely different meaning!

"Uh, sorry, it was really unintentional." James felt a bit embarrassed as well. Girls at this age are thin-skinned, and what's more, Ruth was a spoiled rich girl. How could she tolerate James' accidental "insult"?

"You!..." Ruth was on the verge of tears from the grievance. When had she ever been called "f*ck off" in front of so many people? And this b*st*rd in front of her was still putting on an innocent act! "Completely unintentional"? Only a fool would believe that!

Ruth swore that she really wanted to slap him at that moment, but her years of family upbringing made her grit her teeth and swallow her anger. Just as tears were about to well up, she suddenly turned around and ran out of the classroom, leaving behind the words: "James! You're such a scoundrel!!"

"Uh..." Watching Ruth swaying her small hips as she ran out of the classroom, James shrugged helplessly.

Seeing Ruth running out, Jimmy had an idea and shouted at the top of his voice: "You little b*st*rd! How dare you insult our monitor Ruth?! Do you want to court death?!"

His words were so loud that everyone present could hear them clearly, and even Ruth, who had already run out, heard them.

This was exactly the effect Jimmy was aiming for.

On one hand, he had long been looking for an opportunity to teach James a lesson. On the other hand, this time he could be seen as standing up for the "gorgeous Ruth". The beautiful Ruth would surely remember his heroic deed this time! It was a two-birds-with-one-stone situation, and it felt great!

"Guys, give this b*st*rd a good beating!"

Before he could finish his words, the lackeys beside Jimmy rushed forward to give James a severe beating.

James had been feeling a bit helpless just now, but when he saw several people charging at him to beat him up, his face suddenly turned cold.

"What? You want to beat me?"

The aura emanating from James at this moment was seriously out of place with his age. His cold and even slightly disdainful tone made the guys who rushed over hesitate for a moment.

"That's right, we're going to beat you up! What about it?!" Jimmy was standing a bit farther away from James and didn't feel the aura emanating from him. He said arrogantly, "If I don't beat you up today, I'm a son of a b*tch! What are you guys standing around for? Attack him!"

James sneered. He didn't take these low-level thugs seriously at all.

He casually took out a utility knife from the desk drawer and looked coldly at the punks who were about to charge forward, saying, "You are the ones who are initiating the attack on me, so I'm the victim. Moreover, you're outnumbering me. If I fight back, it's completely justifiable self-defense." As he spoke, he pushed out the blade of the utility knife, and the sharp glint sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"The sharpness of a utility knife is no less than that of a sharpened dagger. If used properly, it can easily cut someone's throat." James gestured at his own neck and said, "The throat is right here. Once it's cut, the blood from the artery will keep gushing out, and there's no way to stop it. The person will definitely die. But the only drawback is that before dying, the person can't breathe, the blood keeps flowing, and yet they can't die quickly. It's said that that feeling is worse than death. I don't know if it's true."

James grinned, and then he slashed the utility knife across the book. Instantly, the pages of the book scattered all over the floor.

"si……"

The punks in front of him drew in a sharp breath. Looking at the scattered pages on the floor, they had no doubt about the sharpness of the utility knife. Even if James couldn't cut their throats, it was definitely possible for him to cause some serious lacerations. They were just hanging around with Jimmy to get by, and there was no need for them to risk their lives.

"According to the law, justifiable self-defense doesn't require bearing any criminal responsibility. At most, it's just about compensating the victim's family with some money. If any of you are tired of living, or think your family doesn't have enough money, then feel free to use violence against me."

James was a wily old fox who had lived for nearly forty years! These words were neither servile nor overbearing, and they were reasonable and well-grounded, enough to intimidate these simple-minded fools.

Blue, who had been watching James all along, was terrified. She looked at the utility knife in James' hand with a pale face and was too shocked to utter a word. But she didn't run away. The only reason was that she had some affection for James in her heart and didn't want to abandon him at this moment.

James naturally knew every move Blue made beside him. Noticing that Blue still hadn't run away at this time, he was touched in his heart. He silently cursed his past self for not seeing the obvious feelings of this girl. What a pity.

"So, what's it gonna be?" James raised his eyebrows and looked at Jimmy in the distance, "Jimmy, if you want to beat me up, do it yourself. Don't drag others into this. Isn't your father the vice-mayor? I can guarantee that if you come up to beat me alone, then it won't be considered justifiable self-defense. Instead, it will be a personal dispute between the two of us. Of course, if I cut your throat, then I'll be a murderer. With your father being the vice-mayor, he can surely make me serve a life sentence in prison. You won't die in vain. So, do you still want to beat me up?"

All the classmates turned their eyes to Jimmy.

Jimmy, who had been so arrogant just now, was now standing there alone, not knowing what to do.

If he rushed up to fight James, seeing how ruthless the other party was, he wasn't sure if James would really s***h his neck if pushed too hard, and then he would be dead. But if he didn't rush up, he would be a son of a b*tch as he had said. He would lose a great deal of face in front of the whole class.

Jimmy felt a bit scared in his heart, but he still spoke toughly to bluff: "James! What are you taking out a knife for?! Have the guts to fight me bare-handed. I'll teach you a lesson!"

James knew that he was scared and sneered disdainfully: "Jimmy, cut the crap. If you want to fight me, come at me now. Don't be as pussyfooting as a woman. If you're afraid, you can also take out a knife. I'll even accompany you if you have the nerve to pull out a gun."

As he spoke, James sat down, playing with the utility knife in one hand and holding the book in the other, continuing to study. He looked quite casual and relaxed, as if Jimmy was even more insignificant than an ant in his eyes.

The air in the whole class seemed to freeze, and it was eerily quiet.

Ruth, who had been hiding outside the classroom, also quietly peeked in. She saw everything clearly and was undoubtedly intimidated by the domineering presence exuded by James in his every gesture.

They said he was bad, but he was just scaring these little punks; they said he was all talk, but there was an undeniable firmness in his words.

James read the book calmly, treating Jimmy, who was standing there dumbfounded, as if he didn't exist. None of the arrogant punks just now dared to step forward.

Hearing the "kaka" sound of the utility knife in James' hand, everyone felt a sense of suffocation.

Noticing that everyone around was staring at him, Jimmy felt embarrassed. But there was nothing he could do. He was indeed scared. Although he had always been at odds with James, they had never faced each other directly. He never expected that James would be such a tough character.

Gritting his teeth, fear got the better of him. Jimmy gave James a fierce glare: "Fine! James, you have some nerve! You're tough today, but you'd better be careful when you walk alone at night!!"

It was a threat! A blatant threat!!

But James wouldn't take such harsh words to heart. He laughed heartily, put the utility knife away on the desk, and didn't even glance at Jimmy as he said, "A dog is just a dog. Don't make excuses for yourself. Sure, I'll definitely be careful when I walk at night. But let me remind you, don't commit the crime yourself. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll lose your life for nothing!"

Jimmy clenched his fists tightly and swallowed his anger: "James, we'll see about this!!"

James lowered his eyes and ignored Jimmy, who was barking like a mad dog. If James hadn't just been reborn and didn't want to embarrass his uncle, who was a state senator, and didn't want to make enemies for the family business for no reason, he would have kicked Jimmy flying long ago. In the past, he was too arrogant and didn't care about the consequences of anything, always solving problems with his fists, which caused a lot of trouble and made his family clean up the mess. Now, he already knew how to size up the situation and knew when and who he could beat and when he shouldn't act. For example, with Jimmy, whose father was the vice-mayor, James had to pay more or less attention to his boundaries.

However, Jimmy's luck wouldn't last forever. Relying on his father's high position, he was domineering in school and even had some connection with the black forces around the school. If he continued like this, he would surely fall sooner or later. At that time, seizing a good opportunity, James could crush this insignificant guy like Jimmy in an instant.

Being arrogant? What's the use of that? He probably doesn't even know how he'll die in the future. These days, you need to use your brain to get things done.

The preparatory bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats with their own thoughts. Ruth also came in from outside the classroom and sat in her seat, keeping her head down and not saying a word. But from time to time, she would glance at James out of the corner of her eye.

"This James... How could he be so amazing? He managed to scare off that big punk Jimmy with just a few words..."

Girls of this age, regardless of their background or circumstances, more or less have a touch of springtime in their hearts and have an irresistible admiration for those of the opposite s*x who exude strong masculinity.

James' performance just now really made all the classmates present look at him in a new light. Before, James was at most an idle and dissolute young playboy. When it came to masculinity, it was completely out of the question.

Among the classmates who were all around seventeen or eighteen years old, James' demeanor of remaining calm and composed in the face of danger was undoubtedly a unique sight, which even made the beautiful Ruth marvel in her heart. It's not to say that she had a good impression of James, but she did change her view of him to some extent.

But then she thought that when James had his love letter returned by her before, he didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. Instead, he calmly burned the love letter and threw it out. His movements were smooth and natural without any affectation. It seemed that, as he said, writing the love letter to her at that time was really just "a whim."

Realizing this, Ruth actually felt a faint sense of loss in her heart...