Chapter 2 A Renowned Beauty

• “How dare you!”
• Brodie instantly saw red.
• He's blatantly humiliating me! As the top fighter in the elite circles, it's really absurd if I can't even kill a moronic kid! How outrageous!
• “Three.”
• Nathaniel's face was devoid of expression.
• “F*ck!”
• Spitting onto the ground, Brodie released his hold on the dagger. In the next heartbeat, it fell into his other hand.
• Swoosh!
• “Ouch!”
• A metallic gleam glinted in the air. In a flash, the dagger was already lodged in Brodie's stomach.
• Worse still, he was the one who stabbed himself.
• What on earth happened? Could it be the adulterated wine Mr. Lineker treated me to tonight?
• “Two!” Nathaniel snarled coldly.
• “Fine! Fine! I'll leave!”
• Brodie deflated, feeling that there was something eerily peculiar about the man.
• Without leaving even a threatening remark behind, he spun around and sprinted back to the Land Rover. “I'm injured, Mr. Lineker! Perhaps my intestines have been severed!”
• “Hmph! Let's go to the hospital first. Then, we'll settle the score with that kid!” Derek growled.
• His expression was as black as thunder.
• “Phew!”
• Mirabelle breathed a sigh of relief when the tail lights of the Land Rover vanished from sight.
• Considering Derek's vengeful personality, I'm afraid that this man beside me will be in huge trouble.
• “I'll give you some money so you can leave Wildefield.”
• Mirabelle patted the tattered suit on her, planning to give Nathaniel some money to flee.
• “Hmph! If they dare provoke me again, they'll be the ones leaving Wildefield!”
• After saying that placidly, Nathaniel pivoted and picked up the bag containing scraps. When he had taken a few steps away, he stopped and asserted, “Come and seek me out if you encounter any trouble in the future, woman. I'll protect you!”
• Right after he had said that, he disappeared from before her eyes.
• “You, protect me? Hah!”
• Mirabelle shook her head derisively.
• Inwardly, she muttered, Everything that transpired tonight is merely but a coincidence. Your life can't possibly have any intersection with a man who scavenges for a living.
• Subsequently, Mirabelle went back into her Mercedes-Benz. Gritting her teeth, she drove out of the alley.
• Half an hour later, Nathaniel arrived at the low-rent housing area in Livingsfill.
• “Why did you come back so late, Dumbo? Have you completed your task today?”
• Isla Walker, who was in an apron, shot daggers at Nathaniel.
• For the past three years, Nathaniel had been living in her house.
• His task every day was to scavenge for a bag of scraps to help with the household expenses.
• “Something came up, and I was delayed.”
• Nathaniel merely shrugged.
• “Hmph! What could have come up? Instead of being diligent, you've learned to slack off, huh? Hurry up and get in! Come out and cook after you shower!”
• Isla glowered at him with disdain written all over her face. Although the man was only wearing a shirt around his waist, she didn't find it the least bit strange.
• She reckoned that he was a simpleton, so it was already a miracle that he hadn't come back in his birthday suit.
• “Okay.”
• Habitually scratching his head, Nathaniel went to the backyard with the trash bag in hand.
• When he came out, Isla was hugging a slender girl with hair flowing past her shoulders, both weeping piteously.
• “What's wrong, Meg?” Nathaniel inquired, training his eyes on the girl.
• The girl was Megan Tasward. She was Isla's daughter and also a renowned beauty in that low-cost housing area.
• She had just graduated from university and had been looking for a job recently.
• “Nathaniel, I...”
• Megan bit her lip. Her eyes shimmered with tears, rendering her very much appealing.
• Unfortunately, there was a red palm print on her fair face.
• “Meg, tell me who picked on you.”
• Nathaniel's gaze went chilly. Well, well, well... Someone actually dared to hit her. The person's really sick of living!
• After all, everyone had been regarding him as a dumbo and addressed him thus throughout the past three years.
• However, Megan regarded him as her brother and called him by name.
• Now that he had recovered his memories, he naturally regarded her as his sister in return.
• “Well...”
• It turned out that it was Megan's first day at work that day. In the evening, the director at her office sent everyone away and attempted to force himself on her.
• As she resisted, he slapped her and even threatened to blacklist her so that no one would dare employ her in that industry in the future.
• “What's to become of our family henceforth, Nathaniel?”
• Tears welled in Megan's eyes.
• Her father was lying unconscious in the hospital, so the entire family was supported by her mother selling barbecue skewers at the night market.
• Yet, her mother insisted that she attend university.
• She even told Megan that knowledge could change one's destiny and that she was the hope of their entire family. Therefore, her exhaustion and hard work were worth it.
• Alas, no one ever expected her to offend the company's executive on her first day of work, much less end up blacklisted by the whole industry.
• “What's the use of you telling Dumbo all this, Meg? Does he have any other skills besides scavenging for scraps every day? Never mind, I'll have someone find you another job.”
• Isla shot Nathaniel a resentful glare before going into her room while dragging her daughter along.
• “Oh well, if only my sect weren't wiped out! Then, I could've given you infinite wealth and status!”
• Nathaniel sighed and shook his head.
• He quickly scarfed something down before going into the backyard. Shutting the door and windows, he sat cross-legged on his bed.
• Shortly after, a cloud of white and black mist appeared on his left and right, respectively.
• As the young master of Poison Sect, he was naturally well-versed in both martial arts and parasitic bug manipulation.
• The white mist was vital energy.
• The black mist, on the other hand, was parasitic bane.
• Nathaniel had been a simpleton for three years, so his vital energy and parasitic bane had also lain dormant for three years.
• Right then, he called them back to wakefulness.
• “Thank you for staying with me all this while!”
• He opened his eyes. A heartbeat later, the vital energy and parasitic bane disappeared, concealing themselves within his body.
• The next day, Nathaniel furtively dragged Megan out of the house, riding off on an electric bike.
• Without a shadow of a doubt, since that plump director—Jonny Cadman—hit Megan and even threatened to blacklist her, there was no way Nathaniel would let the matter slide.
• At about nine o'clock, the two of them stepped into a grand and resplendent lobby.
• They parked themselves on the couch and waited for Jonny to make an appearance.
• A few minutes later, a portly man with a briefcase walked in the revolving doors.
• “That's him, Nathaniel!”
• Megan surreptitiously jutted her lower lip in the direction of the man.
• “Leave things to me!”
• Nathaniel got to his feet and walked toward Jonny.
• Bam!
• Gripping the man's shoulder, he punched the man in the stomach hard.
• “Ouch! F*ck!”
• Jonny, who weighed about two hundred pounds, went flying backward and hit the ground hard. He felt as though all the bones in his body had shattered.
• “Security! Security!”
• The receptionist at the front desk started shouting frantically upon seeing that an executive had taken a hit.
• At once, the dozens of security guards in black uniforms in the lobby sprinted over with rubber batons in hand.
• “Ouch! Seize that kid and take him to my office!”
• Jonny threw Nathaniel a malicious look. I'll definitely skin him alive when I've gotten him in my office!
• “Understood, Mr. Cadman!”
• The group of ferocious security guards brandished their rubber batons, prepared to take Nathaniel down.
• Click-clack!
• “What's going on here?”
• A voice rang out alongside the crisp sounds of high heels clicking against the floor.
• A tall and slender woman with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, radiating a goddess-like air in white formal attire, walked in.
• “Ms. Shersby!”
• “Ms. Shersby!”
• In the lobby, the receptionist, security guards, and even Jonny, who took a hit, greeted deferentially.
• Mirabelle whipped the sunglasses off her high nose bridge and swept her gaze over the crowd.
• When her eyes alighted on Nathaniel's face, she froze slightly.