Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 597

Lilly made a noise of confusion. She looked at her father, then at the harem spirit.

"Dad, why'd you attack Auntie Harem?" she asked.

Blake was calm. "Nothing. Just reminding her to speak politely."

Lilly was speechless.uhh.

The harem spirit rubbed her head. That was supposed to be a reminder… sure.

All she could do was put on a solemn expression. "And then? I'll bet you a lollipop that it was definitely your friend who caused your death."

The rebel ghost opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to retaliate but had nothing to say.

"That's right. I died because of him."

They had been right. No one would be nice to you out of nowhere, and Hank's friend was no exception.

He was the head of a small gang, and was trying to rope Hank into joining them.

When he told that to Hank, he did not think much of it.

He even thought of the scenes of honorable, loyal gang members as depicted in the movies, and felt like he was going to be destined for greatness.

But reality was never quite like what the movies made it out to be, and Hank was far from the lead actor.

He was merely a scapegoat.

"One day my friend told me to pack my things up and go with him to make a trade. I immediately felt like the lead role in a gangster movie I saw, young and full of spirit. I felt trusted by my fellow brother, I was so touched."

He packed up his things at once, and got ready to leave Novak City.

His mother did her best to stop him upon finding out, even getting down on her knees crying as she begged him.

His father, in a fit of anger, picked up a clothes rack and threw it at him. He said that he would rather beat Hank to death than have him start any trouble outside.

He laughed at them coldly. He felt like his parents did not care about him at all, only worrying that he would be a burden to them.

He took their beating, and stood up at the end to deliver a monologue to them like in the movies,

"Take this beating as repayment for you raising me! I'm disowning you starting from today, and want nothing to do with you!"

Then he left, never looking back.

His task was just to safely deliver his friend's bag to Bol City.

Yet when he was going through security, the alarms went off. In the crowd behind him, his friend lowered his cap and turned to leave at once.

Hank finally realized that he was in trouble. He turned to run instinctively, the police hot on his heels as he chased after his friend.

He called out to his friend over and over, but his friend got into a car and drove off without even turning around.

He chased after the car. Amidst the chaos, his friend drove the car straight at Hank, sending him flying ten meters away.

The collision was so harsh that his head nearly separated from his body. All that was left of his neck was a thin layer of skin, the rest of him a bloody mess.

"The last thing I saw before closing my eyes forever was my parents."

"They said they wouldn't care about me anymore, but still came for me in the end."

"They did everything they could, but the police held them back. My father, the man who threatened to beat me to a pulp… was held down on the ground, his cheek to the dirt…"

It was only then that the rebel ghost realized that he had messed up.

It hurt so bad. He wanted to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake he had made. All those threats and taunts he had said to them before seemed laughable now.

But it was too late... you only got one chance at life. He died, just like this.

His mother's deafening sobs rang by his ear, along with all the other emotions overtaking his soul... rage from being betrayed, regret for everything he had done, fear and terror at the very last moments of his life. They shackled him down, forcing him to relive his death over and over again at the very same place. He was tortured endlessly, until his resentment overtook him and he developed a dark aura.