Chapter 410 - Bizarre Drunkard

"Ah! Go away!" Nikki shrieked in horror and hurriedly clutched her chest while dodging quickly.

"Who told you to dodge? How dare you disobey me? Are you tired of living?" The drunkard flew into a rage when he saw Nikki avoiding him. After cursing at her, he reached out to grab her.

"Damn it. Where did this fool come from? How dare you cause trouble here at Kenneth's dinner? You're the one who's tired of living!" Wayne was enraged and dashed forward to kick the drunkard hard, causing him to fall over onto the ground.

Wealthy scions like them had always loved causing trouble and bullying others since they were children. Since the drunkard in front of them was completely powerless and unable to retaliate, it was a piece of cake for Wayne to hit him.

The others didn't want to lag behind either and dashed forward one after another to give the young man a beating.

"Stop! Do… do you know who I am?! How dare you hit me? You must be tired of living!

"Ah, stop… Ah!"

The drunkard threatened them menacingly at first, but he was soon beaten into a pulp and was left shrieking in pain.

"Hah, who do you think you are, punk? Do you think your status is higher than Kenneth's?"

"Exactly! We know all the scions and heirs of significant status in LA. Where did you come from, scoundrel? Why are you pretending to be a big shot in front of us?"

"Hmph, how dare you be a nuisance here? We're going to kill you!"

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The rich scions beat the drunkard up badly, to the point that he was shrieking incessantly and bleeding from the nose. His body was battered with unbearable bruises.

In the end, Kenneth decided to be kind and told his friends to stop when he saw how badly beaten up the drunkard was. "Forget it. We are from prestigious families. We shouldn't stoop so low and beat up a drunkard. Let's just throw him out and continue drinking!"

Kenneth remained seated and looked disdainfully at the ground that was dirtied and stained by the blood from the drunkard's nose.

"Kenneth is kind enough to let you off! Hurry up and scram!"

The scions cursed at the drunkard and threw him out of the private room.

"Y-you, just you wait and see!" The drunkard wiped the blood off his nose with the back of his hand and then stumbled away with an unsteady gait.

"Damn it. Where did this strange fool come from?! He came here to ask for a beating and even tried to act like a big shot!"

Wayne rubbed his fists that hurt a little from punching the drunkard. Seemingly still yearning to hit the drunkard again, he exclaimed, "Hmph, if that fool hadn't left quickly, I would have beat him up again! What an ignorant and senseless idiot!"

While speaking, Wayne even glared at Lucas viciously.

If Lucas hadn't intimidated them when he crushed the teacup into pieces and caused them to be too scared to fight him, they would have long started beating the living daylights out of this detestable bastard.

Kenneth remained seated and said indifferently, "The world least needs people who are clearly incompetent but like pretending to be impressive all the time. Such people survive only because others are kind enough to be tolerant toward them, but they still think that they're capable. Lucas, don't you agree?"

Lucas smiled faintly. "You're right, but there are even more people who are obviously worthless yet are blind and think they're impressive. They act all snobbish and look down on everyone because their level is too low, but others just can't be bothered to deal with them. Mr. Parker, don't you agree?"

Kenneth sulked immediately.

He directed that remark at Lucas, but Lucas retorted by making another sarcastic remark about him. He even mocked Kenneth for being too low-level!

Kenneth boiled with fury!

Who's the low-level fool?!

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At this moment, the young drunkard, who had just left the private room, stumbled back to the private room he was originally in, which was next to Kenneth's.

As soon as he pushed the door and entered, everyone in the private room stood up in astonishment because he was in a terrible state now. His nose and face were swollen and bruised, there were footsteps all over his expensive suit, and fresh blood trickled from his nostrils. He looked utterly distressed.

"Son, what happened to you? Who had the audacity to do such a vicious thing to you?" A middle-aged man of almost 50 years old flew into a rage and stood up after seeing his son's miserable state. With anger written all over his face, he dashed over to hold his son.

"I didn't expect there would be someone who dared to lay his hand on my son! He must be tired of living!" Matthew Benson hollered furiously.

Matthew Benson was the helmsman of the Benson family and the true owner of the Lion Restaurant.

Moreover, although the Bensons were inferior to the Coles, they were far more powerful than the wealthy families of LA. Matthew and his son had come to LA today, and many families