God Of War Returns as a Daddy novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Yell ten Times. Too Harsh

Betty was thrown by one of the bullies and landed badly. Her bones seemed to be broken, and she struggled and wriggled for a long time. Finally, she managed to stand up and looked up to meet Sean's cold eyes.

She turned pale for a moment.

Sean strode over to her.

"Don't, don't you come over…"

She, a middle-aged woman, had relied on the support of the mob to run wild in these parts of the suburbs. And now that the bullies were hurt, and even the leader was kneeling for Sean, she was very scared. How could she possibly throw her weight around Sean like she did before?

She didn't want to die that soon.

Her legs felt weak and she had an urge to urinate, but she struggled to hold it back. Soon her back was cold and she was back in the corner.

There was no place for her to retreat!

By this time, Sean was already there.

In desperation, before Sean said something, she completely went limp, half kneeling and half squatting. Then she reached out to grab Sean's pants, begging for mercy, "Mr. Mason, I'm sorry. Please forgive me…"

Her tears poured down in torrents, and tears streamed down her face.

Women's tears were men's weakness. Unfortunately, Sean was not just any guy. After countless battles and bullets, his heart was as hard as steel.

"I seldom hit a woman. You should feel honored that I hit you, which means you've touched my bottom line and you deserved to be hit!"

With his head down and eyes on Betty, Sean didn't hesitate. As soon as he said that, his hands dropped with a loud crack, knocking Betty to the ground.

With Sean's strength, he could smack Betty half to death with half his force.

At the very least, she'd pass out on the spot, like other bullies.

But Sean didn't do that.

He used only three tenths of his strength.

The simple reason was that Betty was more hateful than a slap. It would have been too easy for her to pass out so quickly.

The reason was simple. Because Betty was so awful, one slap was not enough. Wouldn't it be an advantage for her to pass out so soon?

So…

When Betty looked up with her left cheek in her hand, Sean slapped her right cheek, knocking her over again, and asked, "If I remember rightly, you swore just now that your face was tickling these days, and that you want to be hit, right?"

"I… no…"

This time Betty lay at Sean's feet, unable to sit up for a long time, crying bitterly, "Mr. Mason, I was just talking through my hat. I beg you to be lenient. Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

"Let you go?"

Sean snorted, "I was trying to help you, to make you feel better. What, your face doesn't itch anymore?"

"Yes, it doesn't itch at all…"

Betty shook her head violently.

Sean said coldly, "Your face is no longer itchy, but my fist still itches!"

"So!"

"Get down here on your knees and yell ten times that you're a bitch! A scum! A beast!"

With that, he shook his fist in Betty's face.