Ned had been caught completely off guard when Henry suddenly dragged him off the hospital bed and began to beat him up.
He was still ready to fight and protest at first, but as time progressed, he realized that Henry was not joking and truly planned to beat him to death.
Ned was ready to surrender.
Ned was a patient with a handicapped right arm, so he was hardly a match for Henry and his dozen top-notch bodyguards. Not to mention that there was Fallon, who certainly was stronger than Julian, watching from the sidelines as well.
Ned’s end was pretty much already determined.
It was only when Ned was dragged like a lifeless dog from his inpatient building to Jasper’s and he saw Jasper upon entering the room did he know that Henry had come for revenge.
At that, Ned calmed down.
“So they’re your men, Jasper!” Ned had taken a beating and was just slapped across the face by Henry. He was in an exceptionally sorry state, yet his expression could not be more arrogant when he looked at Jasper.
“You’re actually still alive! Very good, then!”
“Haha!
“I’ll remember this, Jasper! Just wait, I’m going to kill you very soon!
“You haven’t learned from the last lesson, have you? Guess that means I went too easy on you, then! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that instead of a hospital bed, you’ll be lying in the morgue next time!”
Jasper remained expressionless at Ned’s threats but everyone else in the room was irked.
“Jul!” Wendy called out.
Julian stood up and slapped Ned across the face without a word.
Julian had slapped him angrily without holding back at all.
Ned felt his cheek grow numb and his vision turned dark for a second. Following that came the burning feeling on his cheek, making him feel as though he had lost a layer of his skin from that slap.
The immense strength behind the slap had Ned flipping onto the floor. Turning his head, he spat out blood and there were several white chunks of what was most likely his teeth. Julian’s slap had lost him half his set of teeth.
Henry snickered and placed a foot over Ned’s head. He spoke in a malicious tone, “You’re still going to act stubborn? Even at this point? And you call yourself a trust-fund baby?
“The smartest thing a trust-fund baby does is act according to the situation. Your loss is evident here, so surrender and look for other chances in the future to take revenge. You shouldn’t be acting stubborn now and asking for a beating! Have I made myself clear?”
Henry then lifted his leg without warning and used the shiny surface of his leather shoes to kick Ned’s face. Amid the clear sound of Ned’s nose breaking and his painful scream, Henry growled sinisterly. “I asked, have I made myself clear?”
Ned could not use his right hand so he could only cover his face with his left. Lying against the wall while partially drenched in blood, he glared at Jasper and Henry with wide red eyes and roared, “F*cking kill me if you dare! Or I’ll kill you if you leave me alive!”
“F*ck you and your entire family too, you mother f*cking b*tch! I gave you an option and you just had to choose death, hmm?”
Henry’s Harbor City accent laced his words as he was irked by Ned’s arrogance. He reached out, and a bodyguard with a very good understanding of Henry’s temper walked over from behind to hand him a baton.
With the flick of his hand, Henry swung the baton with practiced ease and smashed it against Ned’s left arm. With a crack, Ned’s left arm was immediately fractured.
