Free Web NovelChapter 13: Anger
Maybe after the Nascent Trainee Realm breakthrough, or because of the Lightning Worm bloodline, but once Cole’s voice echoed, everyone’s gaze turned to the young man with simple but refined facial features.
"Trisha, what is the matter here...?"
"Young Master... these people want you to vacate the residence..."
After hearing this, Cole’s expression also shifted. He was expecting something to happen after healing his father disappeared, but not so swift and fast, to be thrown out of his house in just one day.
Although it caught him completely off guard, that didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared for this.
However, before he could say anything, the slender woman barked coldly,
"Yeah, this residence belongs to the future heir of the family. You, Mr. Cole, are no longer the heir of the Saint Family. The family head today has stripped you of your position. Now Young Master Amore is the future heir of the Saint Family. Now quickly get out of my way so that I can clean this place of your mediocrity, or else Young Master Amore might be affected by it."
"Huh...!"
Cole was struck speechless. The woman’s words were sharper than any sword that he currently owned, piercing deep into his heart. Although he was prepared prior, these words hurt a lot.
While he stood there, the woman, along with her two lackeys, quickly walked past him, carrying heavy cleaning equipment on their backs. It appeared when she said about cleaning the palace of Cole’s mediocrity, she wasn’t kidding but was being completely serious.
Trisha and Cole stood there for a long time in complete silence, with neither of them speaking. It appeared the news of Cole being removed from his position had spread throughout the Saint Family. Any member or servant of the family who walked past would look at Cole and laugh out loudly.
"This trash deserves it. I think he should be made to work in the mines for wasting all the resources of the family all these years. Only then would he be able to comprehend his loss."
Their remarks were ruthless, without a single shred of hesitation.
Trisha heard these words and fumed.
"You bunch of ungrateful fools! How can you treat the son of your savior like this? If it wasn’t for Master Theo’s sacrifice, you might have ended up in the stomach of some abyssal beast!"
To her surprise, instead of feeling remorseful about their words or actions, the crowd retorted back.
"Don’t bring Master Theo into this matter. Let his kind soul rest in heaven. For him, dying might be better than being called father by such a useless son."
At this time, a slightly middle-aged Saint Family member looked at Cole and snorted in disdain.
"Master Theo had been magnanimous. If I had a son like this, I would be the first to behead him instead of wasting precious resources like this."
Sigh!
A sigh escaped Cole’s lips. At first, he wanted to simply ignore these spiteful words and walk away.
But now the situation had developed way beyond his control. If he didn’t do anything now, he would simply invite even more trouble. Wolves who had been feeling jealous would now attack with full force. Not just wolves, but greedy bastards might come after him, thinking of all the riches that he had. After all, as the heir, he was bound to have quite a large sum of wealth stored up somewhere.
He needed to put the classical art of killing a chicken to scare off the monkeys into practice.
With that thought in mind, Cole’s eyes turned slightly cold. He scanned the middle-aged man’s figure standing at the front.
"Hmm, although he does look dangerous, all those years shouldn’t have been for nothing. I need to stay careful."
With that thought in mind, he asked Saint AI,
"Saint, scan this middle-aged man’s energy signature and tell me what are the probabilities of him defeating me."
[Request accepted, beginning scan...]
[Please wait...]
[The middle-aged man is at the Late Stage Nascent Trainee Realm, capable of generating a force of eight hundred kilograms. Given by the amount of neurons present in the middle-aged brain, he has ample combat experience.]
[Calculating possibility... Chance of host defeating the middle-aged man: 60%]
As soon as Cole saw this scene, his heart chilled. Sixty percent. That was the same as saying he was going to be killed.
This was not a game. If there was not a hundred percent chance of success, he was not going to engage in a fight.
"Hmm..."
Just as he was thinking, suddenly an idea appeared in his mind.
"Yeah, let’s do this."
"Saint, run a simulation of me fighting with this man."
[Command accepted, starting simulation...]
[Warning! Not enough data is available about the subject. The result might be slightly inaccurate.]
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[Simulation complete. Uploading data directly to host brain.]
Cole had barely blinked when data of dozens of his fights against the middle-aged man filled his mind. Each punch felt more impactful than the last. The pain of his fingers twitching, the feeling of wet blood sliding against the palm of his hands, caused Cole to enter a slightly dazed state of mind.
The middle-aged man looked at Cole’s silent reaction and spat on the ground coldly.
"What a loser. Sometimes I even doubt if he is even the true son of my Saint Family or some beggar picked up from the street..."
After saying these words, the middle-aged man paused briefly. Then a cold smirk formed on his face.
"Or maybe the rumors are true after all. The son of that woman..."
Just then, as if those words had struck a nerve, a cold and furious voice reverberated in the hall.
"How dare you insult my mother...!"
Cole’s face was frosty like an icy glacier, his eyes filled with chilling intent as he looked into the middle-aged man’s eyes.
"....."
For a moment, there was silence as everyone looked at Cole with shock and surprise in their gaze, not expecting him to react like this. Not in the current situation. Everyone knew Cole would stomach any insult, but when it came to his mother, he would retaliate, but never in this fashion.
However, contrary to Cole’s expectations, the middle-aged man didn’t back away. Instead, he smiled mockingly.
"Insult? When did I insult her? Could it be that stating facts these days is considered an insult?"
The middle-aged man looked around, looking slightly proud. His words immediately received nods of approval from others.
"Indeed, only an evil whore could give birth to trash like him..."
