The Pride Game

Chapter 35

"Help! help!" The woman's voice sounded pitiful, she kept on screaming, but none of her neighbors wanted to help her.

Only grunts could be heard.

"What is up with her?" asked a woman wearing a red dress.

The woman beside her mocked the woman shouting, "That family is shameless. Did you know that the son has a huge debt? Even though he is still young, he didn't want to look for a job, but his hobby is only gambling!"

The man beside her also cursed the actions of the son of the woman who his wife was talking about. "That's right! Why isn't he working! How lazy he is!"

More and more people came to see what was going on. But unfortunately, the screams of the woman who screamed were completely ignored by the people around her.

"Why did you hide your ignorant son! He owes us so much!"

"Aaaaaa!" the woman groaned in pain; the big man's pull was powerful, every grip in her hair was so deadly. "Please let me go, please let me go... I don't know where my son is; he hasn't been home for a week. Please believe me; when he comes back, I will tell you." The man grabbed her without mercy.

Who would believe that woman? the man thought.

"Huh! You want us to believe what you say! Who will believe what you say! Do you think we are all fools who easily believe everything you say!"

When he said that, the man sank his grip so deep that the woman's screams were unbearable, and she felt like she was going to die. The man's face was cruel, he didn't care at all about the woman's tears or screams.

"I'm not going to lie. I'll tell you when he comes back! I promise!" The woman sobbed as the pain ran through the nerves under her hair.

The man snorted; he insulted the woman's words. "So you mean I have to sleep here?" The man turned his head left and right, looking at his friends as if asking his friend for a response to the woman's words. Suddenly they all laughed.

"Just sleep with him," said the man to his right.

"Yes, that's what this woman meant. She asked you to sleep with her." Then his friend laughed condescendingly at the woman.

"Hey, do you like the old women like her! Hahaha! There's absolutely nothing attractive about this woman! Just leave that woman and give her son a beating when he comes home!"

The man who was grabbing the woman then stretched his fingers; his face turned perverted, he glanced at the entire body of the woman in front of him.

The woman was fifty years old, while the debt collector was only twenty-five, even though the man was big and tall. That woman should be respected and not grabbed like this, let alone get the scornful stare this man did to her.

"Hey, you old woman! Since your son can't pay the debt to me, how about you pay it with your body." The man boldly touched the face of the old woman in front of him, and shamelessly he was about to kiss the old woman.

The neighbors were busy gossiping and looked down at the old woman even more.

"What a shame! What upbringing has been taught to her son! Neither she, her husband, nor her son is moral! What a depraved neighbor! We'd rather throw her out than be a scourge for this neighborhood!" exclaimed a woman who could not bear to see the highly disgusting scene in front of her.

"Yeah, that's right, she's disgusting!" said another.

At that time, the old man named Mr. Jacky was walking with stuttering footsteps; he saw the neighbors were looking at his house, his eyes were wide, he wanted to know what was going on in his place. Why are all eyes looking there? He hastily quickened his pace. When he saw what was going on, he shouted angrily, "Hey! What are you guys doing with my wife!"

What wouldn't a man be angry to see this kind of humiliation? A prominent young man was looking down on his wife; the man was pursing his lips to kiss her lips. "What a shamed man! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

The organizers of that damn game had just demoted him; his soul was still shaking because he had to see many of his friends died from participating in the game, and now he had to watch his wife being humiliated by an undignified man.

"Go away! Go away! What have we done wrong to make you do this to us!" His voice was so heart-wrenching, tears welled up in his eyes. But unfortunately, no one was moved to help the man and his wife.

The young man trying to embarrass the woman immediately looked at the old man, who seemed very angry. Instead of being scared, he just burst out laughing. "So you're her husband! I don't want any trouble with your wife or you, but your son is the one causing trouble. Can you two pay off your son's debt!" His voice was so arrogant; his eyes narrowed sharply as he looked at the old man who was hurrying to him.

"Don't treat my wife like that! We will find money to pay off my son's debt! Please do not treat us like this. Even though we have debts, we still have pride!" snapped the old man. He was already in front of the young man, while his wife wept bitterly, the woman bowed her head; it was obvious that their family had no face anymore. She regretted the poverty she faced. Since her husband left the CDA company, nothing good has come to her anymore. Her husband had no money at all because he had no job. Who company wants to accept someone who has left the CDA!

The wife's heart became bitter; she did not know that her neighbors were now looking at her with disgust. She was sobbing; her heart ached too much. Seeing his wife weeping, the husband felt deep pain, as if his whole heart was torn apart, and his soul was thrown into the depths of the earth. Even the darkness wasn't as scary as losing everything as it was now. For him, his future had been lost, his family had been lost, and now it seemed that his wife would also be gone. No one believed him anymore. His heart was bleeding as this happened over and over again in his life. He didn't even know how many tears he had shed.

"I don't want to hear what you say, Old Man, all I want to know is that you pay off your son's debt! If neither you nor your wife, or your son, cannot pay my debt to me, then I will take compensation so that your son's debt can be paid off. Hahaha!" He purposely didn't mention what compensation he was going to ask for, but his evil laugh had told everyone there that the payment in question was something extremely terrifying.

"You are an impudent youth! What do you want from us!"

One of the young man's eyebrows shot up, his voice rising as he said, "What do we want from you! Are you crazy! Or are you kidding us! Why don't you use your brain when you talk! I want a body from your son! I want his kidney and heart! Or if your son is still not home, then I will take your wife's."

Mr. Jacky was so angry he couldn't control himself; his body was frail, and now there was little flesh around his bones, but he dared to come forward and shake the young man by the collar.

"Hey, Old Man! Get your hands off our boss!" When he said so, the bodyguard immediately pushed the old man's body so that the old man's body staggered and his head hit the floor below.

The old man's eyes were getting closer and closer, but before it was completely closed, the big young man's feet, who were wearing slightly pointy heels, stomped on the old man's head in his mouth. "You asked for this, Old Man! Now I have given it to you." The old man's foot tore open the old man's lips so that his lips bleed.

"Aaaaaa!" It hurts so much; his heart aches the most to accept this kind of humiliation; even though they have debts, they still have the right to a decent life that is not being bullied like this. The Old Man's eyes were wet with tears; all the dirt on the young man's shoes went into his mouth.

His eyes were completely closed, and he could no longer see what was in front of him. Only the voice of his wife shouted, "Oh no! My husband! My husband! Please don't die if you die. How can I live the rest of my life without you!" She roared at the sorrow that was so deep in her life.

***

"What! Why do we have to be a charity today!" Mr. voice Frans had become out of control; he was so angry when he found out that his subordinates made a mistake by physically abusing them when collecting debts. "That's his business and not mine! Since he did it, he's the one who has to bear it all! Why did I get involved!"

He was furious; it wasn't him who told his men to tear the old man's lips.

Anger had reached his head; his body could no longer endure all the rage that was running through every joint, the bones.

"Call the stupid man!" Mr. Frans was so angry. "I'll beat him, so he doesn't act stupid like this!"

Mr. Jackie's son has a debt to Mr. Frans; as usual, Mr. Frans asked his men to collect the debt. Mr. Frans usually does harassment and beatings. Unfortunately, they did it today, where Mr. Frans was on a campaign, so there were reporters everywhere. One of the reporters recognized Mr. Frans' men, molesting the old man. He came after Mr. Jackie lay helpless with his mouth torn and fresh blood dripping on the floor.

The reporter immediately broadcasted what was happening and pull one of the neighbors as an eyewitness to this incident. The man who was pulled by the reporter was the man who insulted Mr. Jacky and his wife. Before the reporter arrived, the neighbor was furiously insulting Mr. Jacky, but when the reporter came, his neighbor sadly said, "Oh, I can't stand to see these thugs abuse our poor neighbor. He was badly beaten. , while that horrible man had just abused his wife. We are here, but we are afraid of the big and fierce man, so we cannot defend our neighbors. We want to prevent those bad men from harming."

When watching a program suddenly broadcast by one of the national television stations, Mr. Frans immediately stiffened.

His face turned tense when he heard, "Yes, it is one of Mr. Frans's men. I think Mr. Frans is campaigning for his new company, which he founded by the river."

"But Mr. Frans's name is good, then why would he ask his men to beat up an old man like that? Even though the son of this old man has a debt to Mr. Frans, they still shouldn't do something like this." The statement launched by the reporter immediately invited a response from netizens.

They all petitioned to boycott Mr. Frans if Mr. Frans did not do justice. Mr. Frans himself had just held a press conference to convince the townspeople of Springfield that it wasn't him who asked his men to beat the old man down but that it was his men's fault; the tall young man was so drunk that he unknowingly abused and abused him which got him now in prison.

"The man's son does have a debt to me," he said quite a lot. "He has been in arrears for months, so the interest is high; I am a businessman, I often play money, so this is not unusual for me, I have a right to ask the young man for my money, it's only natural that I ask my subordinates to collect the debt from the young man, it's a shame that my subordinates made a mistake. Usually, he's not like that, but today he drank until he was drunk, so he made a mistake by acting arbitrarily to them. On behalf of the company borrowed by Ryan, the son of the old man, I apologize to the public because I have made this mistake. In exchange, I will bear the treatment costs while the old man is in this hospital ."

No one knows that as long as Mr. Frans had a press conference, his hand had crushed the glass he was holding. He imagined that the glass was the face of the old man whom he now had to pay for the hospital bills! Shameless bastard, he cursed in his heart. Today he had an unlucky day!

***

"What!" Caroline screamed as she watched television on one of the hospital benches.

Never in her life had her husband had to pay such a loss.

Why should there be three people the husband has to take care of!

She read the blasphemies directed at her husband when she opened social media.

"He's a terrible man who has terrible men!" said one netizen who was out of town.

This news is no longer circulating on a city scale but is discussed nationally. Mr. Frans still needs a lot of signatures and permits from the government, so making trouble for the government is not a wise thing.

With furious rage, Mr. Frans went to the prison where his men were held. He smiled at the warden and asked permission to meet his men.

"What have you done, you bastard!" His voice boomed; without further ado, he immediately beat his men.

The face of a big man who was sitting on the cold floor of the prison immediately oozed fresh blood from the blow from Mr. Frans. He kicked him, beat him, slapped him many times, beat him until his heart was satisfied, his men lay helpless on the prison floor. After channeling his anger, he immediately got out of the prison cell, smiled at the prison warden, and let his men finish the business.