Return of the main heir

Chapter 1 "Lick! Lick my shoes clean, and I'll spare you!" Arnold said, glaring mockingly at Dean. His hands didn't leave Dean's hair, as he grimaced in pain. "Let go! Please let go, Arnold!" Hearing Dean's words, Arnold could only laugh bitterly. "I… I'll lick your shoes," Dean said again, with his hands continuing to try to hold back his hair, which was being gripped tightly by Arnold. Arnold smiled faintly. Then, just as Dean was about to lick his shoes, he quickly lifted his foot and kicked Dean hard in the head, sending him flying, his head crashing to the floor. Arnold and the people around him burst out laughing. To them, Dean was now a must-see morning joke. A few seconds later, fresh blood poured from Dean's head. But the man, unconcerned with his injuries, could only approach Arnold again, intending to lick his shoes. "Hey… don't be so hasty in licking my shoes, this isn't ice cream, man!" They laughed loudly again. "So disgusting!" "So shameless," someone nearby said. Arnold then grabbed Dean's chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze. "Where? Where did you hide your piercing gaze from a few minutes ago? Huh? Where? Tell me, damn it! Did you think I'd stay quiet after seeing my pet dog start to get bold with me?" He threw Dean back roughly after gently patting his cheek. Then he took Dean's pen and smiled at him. "I should blind you in one eye as compensation for daring to stare at me so boldly. What do you think?" Dean was terrified. "No! No, Arnold! Please don't do this! I'll do anything for you, but please don't do this!" he stammered. His hands were now only pleading with Arnold. He was shaking with fear. Just a few minutes earlier, he had been so bold, clenching his fists in front of Arnold and giving him a sharp, angry glare. A piercing, eagle-like stare. When the man deliberately bumped into him, his only hamburger fell and landed on his shoe. However, he didn't expect his reflexes to make the man so angry with him. He did it simply because he was so hungry. He hadn't even eaten since yesterday because he kept complying with all those bastards' demands, and just as he was about to enjoy his meal, they had done all of this to him on purpose. Previously, he had been completely obedient to the man and his group, but perhaps because of hunger, he couldn't control himself and did all that, and now he was in for a terrible fate. Was he left to give up now? Running away wasn't the best option either! Arnold's henchmen were scattered all over the campus and their dormitory. He would only further anger Arnold if he did so. So what could he do now? In an instant, two men had grabbed his hands, and another was pulling his hair, causing him to look up in submission before Arnold. He had to think fast. Arnold wasn't joking. He was really going to do this to him. He had to save himself. That area is an area with CCTV blind spots, no one could save him. Even if he died there, he would still be a joke to those people, regardless. Even the witnesses would remain silent, as if watching a circus act that would eventually end in laughter. In a split second, Arnold's hand rose, pen in hand. It swung toward his face. Dean, taking a deep breath, shouted. "I'm the heir to the number one man in Arrowvale City! You'll regret doing this, Arnold!" Dean's heart stopped for a moment. Had his eyes gone blind? But he didn't feel the slightest pain. He still didn't dare open them, and even breathing felt so tight. Silence, the surroundings were completely silent for a few seconds. Until then, Arnold, and the people around him burst out laughing again. Arnold also laughed in disbelief… He threw the pen to the floor and laughed. "Oh s**t! You damn bastard! Do you think just by saying this, people will believe you? Previously, you also did this. Claiming to be rich and lying to us all. Are you that tired of life?" "Wasn't yesterday enough to make you regret it? Why are you acting up again?" Arnold took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. Arnold then signaled to the men holding Dean to let him go. "Okay! I think I'm starting to fear you, Dean! Because you're the heir to the number one man in Arrowvale City. Right? "Okay, then, I'll let you go. But tomorrow, please provide me with a Bugatti Chiron. Pretty cheap! It's only around ten million dollars. For an heir like you, it shouldn't be difficult to get that car. Right? "If you manage to bring it, then I'll be ready to be your subordinate while on campus. But if you don't bring it to me… then I'll be so sad," Arnold said, looking at Dean with a fake sad expression. "I'm waiting for that moment, friend!" Arnold patted Dean's shoulder and then walked away without looking back at Dean. "See you tomorrow. I hope you don't disappoint me!" Dean was speechless. What had he just done? He had truly dug a hole for himself. How was that possible? He truly still hadn't forgotten what everyone had done because of his confession back then. People had nearly killed him. Every day he had endured torture, even the highest throne on campus, turning a blind eye to it all, because Arnold was the son of the campus's largest benefactor. Until he became Arnold's dog, and the bullying stopped. Simply obeying Arnold would allow him to live a quiet life on campus. He was actually a martial arts expert. But how could he fight everyone with just that ability? He wasn't a god of war who could wipe out enemies with just one breath. He grew frustrated thinking about it. The jeers of those around him rang out everywhere, seeing how foolish he was. "Oh my God, it looks like he won't get away this time!" "Ten million dollars isn't a small amount. Even for us, it's a lot! Oh s**t, that poor guy is really crazy, why did he have to challenge Arnold?" "This will be a fun show!" "Hasn't it been a while since we played this game again?" "Let's bet! Will that poor guy manage to get the car Arnold wants tomorrow? Or will we just see someone hanging from the dorm door tomorrow morning?" They laughed so hard. "You're so stupid, Dean. Why did you have to say that?"