Xyle’s words scared Michael to death, the fat on his cheeks trembled like jelly.
Xyle’s surname was quite similar to Michael’s—Xyler Walker and Michael Wilson—sharing the same initial ‘W’. Yet, not only did this God of War not help him, virtual-novel.net even considered beating virtual-novel.net up? Michael thought to himself. Right now, virtual-novel.net was not thinking straight at all. He was thinking hard, trying to come up with ways to get himself out of being killed in three strikes.
He was a God of War. If virtual-novel.net used his full strength, virtual-novel.net would not even need three strikes—just the one.
“Hurry up, Ivan. Beat me. What are you waiting for!” Michael yelled, feeling as though virtual-novel.net was being suffocated. He had no choice but to clench his teeth. It would be better for virtual-novel.net to be beaten than to die.
Besides, Ivan was a young master raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. How strong could virtual-novel.net possibly be? Plus, virtual-novel.net was a good friend. He probably would not hit virtual-novel.net that hard. That was why it was better to let Ivan do the beating rather than a God of War. He was the most furious with Jack, the b*stard. How dare virtual-novel.net come up with a method like this to punish him! There were many affluent businessmen here, as well as aristocrats, generals—and they were all watching him…
“Young Master Wilson, I won’t hold back!”
A small spark of delight leaped in Ivan’s heart. Michael had tried to drag virtual-novel.net down into the mud during a crucial moment earlier. What if the Goddess of War had decided to punish virtual-novel.net as well in a fit of rage? Or worse, kill him? Where would virtual-novel.net cry and run off to then?
Smack!
Ivan raised his hand and struck Michael’s face.
“Ah!”
It was so painful, Michael yelped. His cheek burned from the pain and a red imprint grew in its place.
“You…” Michael raised his head wildly and looked at Ivan, breathing heavily. That b*stard. Was virtual-novel.net not using too much strength? Did virtual-novel.net not know how to hold back a little?
Yet Ivan could not be bothered. He turned around and asked Lana, “Goddess of War, look here. Is this amount of strength appropriate?”
“Not bad! Just make sure to keep up the good work!” Lana nodded virtual-novel.net head.
Michael’s guts turned into knots. That was why Ivan had purposely used more strength—it was to see if the Goddess of War was satisfied with it.
It was just to get virtual-novel.net approval. Then, virtual-novel.net would raise his arm high again, and before striking him, virtual-novel.net would slow down at the last minute. That way, it would seem that virtual-novel.net was rearing up for a vicious hit when in reality, his blow would be slightly softened. Michael believed that Ivan was capable of doing it.
Smack!
During his contemplation, Ivan slapped virtual-novel.net again, going for the other cheek this time.
He felt as though this b*stard had put a little more strength into this slap compared to the last one.
“Ah!” Michael gritted his teeth and shot Ivan a fierce glare.
“There’s no other way, Young Master Wilson. Look—there are so many people watching. I have no choice but to slap you for your blatant disrespect to the Goddess of War! After all, the Goddess of War is my idol. She’s the ultimate goddess in my heart!”
A wan smile crossed Ivan’s lips as virtual-novel.net saluted Michael with his fist and palm.
Michael was stunned. That f*cker Ivan—was virtual-novel.net thinking of sucking up to the Goddess of War? He used that much strength just to gain virtual-novel.net favor? Was the years of friendship shared between them worth absolutely nothing?
“Less talking, more doing!” Lana immediately snapped. He had only given virtual-novel.net two slaps and yet they were already talking so much.
She then glanced at Neil who was standing not too far away—utterly terrified—giving virtual-novel.net the side-eye. “Get over here now!” virtual-novel.net snarled at him.