I was injured in an explosion while on a mission abroad, protecting my younger brother. The blast left me in a coma. My brother, grateful for my life-saving act, returned home and married my wife. When I finally regained consciousness and hurried back home, I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. My son was on his knees, sobbing, his college acceptance letter torn to shreds. My nephew was viciously beating my son’s back with a metal pipe, shouting, “Your mom’s gonna lick my boots. Who do you think you are to go to college?” Meanwhile, my wife stood by, applauding and occasionally wiping the sweat from my nephew’s brow. “You’re just like your dead father, only fit to be my stepping stone!” My eyes blazed with fury as I clenched my fists. Anyone who dared harm my son would face hell! The school gates opened. Several security guards, wielding batons, rushed to surround my son. I got out of my car and approached them. “Why is your school taking sides without investigating properly?” “Didn’t you see this child’s acceptance letter being torn up by those people?” A guard spat and sneered, “Who’d dare to mess with young master Nick? We’re doing God’s work here, teaching Mr. George’s dog a lesson on his behalf!” My face had been severely damaged and reconstructed after the incident. Even my voice had changed due to the burns. My son didn’t recognize me. Neither did my nephew, Nick. The guards exchanged glances and growled, “Beat him up! He dares to mess with Mr. George’s son!” Although I only had my fists, I’d been through hell and back these past years. Beating up a few watchdogs was child’s play! I dodged when I could and took hits when necessary, returning each with a punch that sent them flying, blood gushing from their mouths and noses. My son, seeing me surrounded by the school guards, shouted, “Come at me! Leave the kind stranger alone!” He tried to hold off some of the guards for me. When I’d finished with the ones surrounding me, I saw my son cornered by several guards and those thugs. Nick was jumping up and down, yelling, “Kill him!” I grabbed Nick by the collar, threw him to the ground, and stepped on his ribs, breaking them. Coldly, I asked, “Who do you want to kill?”
Nick didn’t have my son’s guts. He immediately started crying for his parents. I messaged my domestic contact, asking about my son’s recent situation. He replied that my wife had already arranged for a guaranteed college admission, and my son just needed to report directly when school started. I had just heard my wife helping others bully my son, and now he’s telling me she’s arranging for his guaranteed admission? I coldly asked, “Is this how you handle logistics support?” “I’m going to file a complaint against you at headquarters!” Putting down the phone, I grabbed Nick by the collar, slapped him twice, and demanded, “Why did you tear up Sam’s acceptance letter?” Nick, terrified and covered in tears and snot, stammered, “He scored 600 points higher than me. I felt humiliated and wanted to vent.” A bright red Porsche pulled up at the school gate. Nick excitedly shouted, “Mom, Mom, save me! This lunatic is beating me for no reason!” I hadn’t expected to meet my ex-wife Claire in this scenario. She was dressed garishly, dripping with jewelry. Stomping over in her ridiculous red high heels, she screeched like a fishwife, “Let go of my son!” Her son? I looked closely at Nick. No mistake, this kid had always looked like a rat. How did Nick become her son? I blocked her clawing hand with my arm, causing her to lose balance and fall. Nick muttered under his breath, “Useless.” But Sam went over to help her up. Claire pointed her fat finger at Sam’s forehead. “Can’t you just behave?” “Stop provoking your brother, okay?” “You have food to eat, school to attend, and I can live this good life now, all thanks to your uncle, right?” “And you? Every time the school calls home, it’s either about you stealing watches or tearing up his homework!” “So what if he gets back at you once?” “You’re just as useless as your dead father!” Sam stood his ground, declaring firmly, “My dad is a great hero. He’ll come back for me someday!” Claire spat, “Your deadbeat dad is long gone. Give up that pipe dream, he’s never coming back!” Enraged, I grabbed Claire’s arm, pulled her close, and slapped her twice. “You bitch, do you know who I am?” “I’ve been risking my life out there, building a fortune for you all.” “If you wanted to be a slut and find another man, fine. But why did you have to hook up with my brother and treat my son like this?” Claire looked me up and down in shock, her eyes filled with disbelief. Suddenly, her expression changed, and she started screaming, “Help! Kidnapper! Someone call the police!” “Quick, contact my husband! Someone’s trying to kidnap us!” Sam carefully examined me from all angles, tentatively calling out, “Dad?” Claire viciously kicked Sam. “What are you yelling about? Your deadbeat dad is long gone. Your father now is George.” Sam roared, “George is just using you! His whole family is using you and my dad’s identity for their own benefit!” “Do you think they really see you as a person?” Several vans pulled up outside the school, and a group of bodyguards with hostile looks surrounded me…
The school’s watchdogs had already called out the school leaders. The smug-looking principal glared fiercely at Sam: “We let you attend our school as a favor to Mr. George.” “Colluding with outsiders to beat up young master Nick.” “Who can prove that Nick tore up your acceptance letter?” “You clearly tore it up yourself and framed Nick.” “Fighting at the school gate is a serious offense.” “Not only are you not going to college this year, but your school record is now expelled, and you can’t even get your files back.” “No one will take you for a retake!” “If you still want to study, kneel down and lick the mud off young master Nick’s shoes.” “Maybe I’ll consider your sincere apology and give you a chance to retake the exam next year.” Claire, seeing that George’s bodyguards had surrounded me, shrieked: “You little bastard, didn’t you hear? Kneel down and apologize!” “Don’t forget that I still have your household registration and ID card.” “If you keep being stubborn like your dead father, I’ll make sure you can’t even find a job to support yourself.” What kind of abuse has my son endured all these years while I was fighting for my life out there? This principal deserves to die! I stepped forward, grabbed the principal’s shirt collar, and kicked the back of his knees. Forcing him to kneel in front of Sam. “You say Sam tore up his own acceptance letter?” “Dare you say that again?” “Want to bet if I can tear you up more thoroughly than that acceptance letter?” The principal, sweating profusely in pain, struggled and shouted: “Call the police! Shoot this criminal!” I gripped the principal’s throat: “Your time is running out. Think quickly about what you need to do for me to spare your miserable life!” Claire, holding her phone, incoherently called the police. My phone also received a message that my personal file had been declassified. Immediate arrangements were being made for my personal security detail. I was notified to return to headquarters to discuss arrangements for my life back in the country and settle my benefits. Right now, I just wanted to get revenge for my son. Who has time to care about benefits? Claire smiled smugly: “Everyone’s watching. He’s assaulting people for no reason. You’re all witnesses.” “Surround him well and don’t let him escape. They’ll be here to arrest him soon!” “We’re all civilized people. We didn’t hit anyone first!” I was certain Claire had recognized me. She knew that among those present, no one could beat me in a fight. Even if all the bodyguards attacked together, they might not gain the upper hand. This looked like she was trying to frame me with a crime to get me locked up, and maybe even have me killed inside through some backroom deal. I always felt this woman couldn’t be trusted, which is why I had left money for George too, hoping he could keep an eye on her. I never expected these two scumbags would hit it off and get together. Realizing I had lifted a rock only to drop it on my own feet, I clenched my fists in anger. The private high school principal struggled desperately, screaming for help. George’s bodyguards had clearly received orders. They just surrounded me without making a move. Seemingly waiting to see the show of me strangling the principal to death. Preferably for me to be shot dead on the spot. Unfortunately for them, they were going to be disappointed today. I tightened my grip on the principal’s throat. The principal’s face turned purple as he began to beg: “Please spare me, sir. Mrs. Claire has already called the police. You should run quickly.” Sam tugged at my sleeve, whispering: “Dad, revenge is a dish best served cold.” I snorted lightly: “Today, if he doesn’t lick your shoes clean, I’ll strangle him to death.” The principal began to reason with me: “Taking me hostage won’t help. You’ll be shot by snipers. They’re all professionals.” “Your best bet now is to let me go and run for it.” I increased the pressure on my hand: “Don’t worry. Even if I strangle a piece of trash like you with my bare hands, the snipers can’t do anything to me. I’m not a rookie either.” I raised my voice to threaten the principal: “Have you figured out how to save your life yet?” Piercing sirens rang out as several cars arrived. The principal croaked hoarsely, shouting with all his might: “You’re finished! With so many people here, you’re going to eat bullets. Mr. George won’t let you off!” I tightened my grip again. How could I bear to strangle him outright? He had abused my son so much; letting him die like this would be too easy. Claire immediately started screaming: “Help! Murder! The principal is about to be strangled to death by a thug! Quickly rescue the hostage and shoot the criminal!” A tall man in uniform got out of the first car and came to my side: “Captain Frank, I’m the leader of your local security team in this city. You can call me Kevin.”
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