Chapter 500 You'll Regret It!
Billy used to play these tricks only in bars, nightclubs, parks, and similar places!
But eventually, he got bored—those places were too easy.
The people there didn't have enough clout, and messing with them wasn't as thrilling.
So recently, he started targeting slightly more upscale places like star-rated hotels!
The videos and photos he's been posting online have racked up over a million bucks in views!
It's quite a sensation!
The comments below also urged them to play more exciting games!
And because of that, Billy and his crew have been pushing the limits harder than ever!
The hotels are very unhappy about this.
But due to Billy and his friends' status, they don't dare to offend them too much and can only hope that they get bored and move on to another place soon!
Billy rubbed his hands together, looking arrogantly at Ryder and the others, saying, "I know you're not used to this. How about this, I'll offer you 20,000 dollars as a reward! That's not a small amount; it could be your annual salary, right? Take the money and crawl under my legs! How about that?"
His friends chimed in:
"Come on, grab the cash, crawl under, and let's move on to the next game already!"
"20 grand! You guys hit the jackpot. Normally, Mr. Martin only throws around five or six grand max. He's definitely feeling generous today!"
"No kidding! Rumor has it Milton Martin—Mr. Martin's dad—is about to get a new chairman in his group. Once that happens, his dad's gonna be a big deal, and the Martins will be the talk of New York!"
Everyone was talking at once.
It was just noise to Ryder!
His patience was wearing thin!
Ryder stared directly at Billy, his voice growing cold, "I'll say this one last time, I'm not interested in your stupid game. Now, get out of the way!"
Billy's face twisted at Ryder's defiance!
He stepped closer, now just a breath away from Ryder!
Narrowing his eyes, he hissed, "I'm throwing 20 grand—it's a damn honor for you! You're really pushing it, huh? Or are you just some clueless out-of-towners who don't know who runs this city?"
Ryder responded calmly, "Don't know, don't care. Move!"
Billy didn't waste a second—he swung hard at Ryder's face.
But Ryder was faster!
A sharp kick to the gut sent Billy stumbling back, nearly hitting the floor.
This kick not only stunned Billy but also his friends, the hotel lobby manager, and the security guards!
This guy actually fought back against Billy!?
Does he have a death wish?
Billy clutched his stomach, his face twisted in pain, and shouted, "You dare kick me? Do you know who I am? You're in big trouble now!"
Ryder retracted his foot, flexing his ankle!
Expressionless, he said, "Word of advice—before I lose my cool, take your crew and get the hell out of here. Don't pull this crap again, or you'll regret it!"
Billy burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard, mocking Ryder, "Some out-of-towner trying to scare me? Lose your cool? Oh, I'd love to see that!"
The second he finished, Ryder lunged forward, snatching Billy's finger!
And twisted it hard—pop—dislocated!
Billy let out a high-pitched, ear-splitting scream, collapsing halfway to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, his face ghostly pale!
The pain was brutal!
Ryder glanced down at him, ice-cold, "Well? Seen enough?"
Billy was shaking, but defiance flared in his eyes.
"Son of a bitch!" he shouted, then turned to his friends, "What the hell are you waiting for? Kick his ass!"
His male friends were first stunned, then quickly nodded and rushed forward!
But before they could lay a hand on him, Rex took them down in a flash—all three were flat on the ground, struggling to get up!
Dead silence!
The lobby felt like a tomb!
The lobby manager and security guards swallowed hard, shocked by who these people really were!
They dared to beat up Billy in public and were so good at fighting!
But amidst the shock, the lobby manager hesitated and quickly reminded Ryder, "Sir, don't be impulsive! Don't cause trouble! Or you'll really be in big trouble!"
Ryder raised an eyebrow, "Why do you say that?"
The manager wiped his forehead, "You don't get it! That kid's the son of a top exec at Maple Group. That's one of the biggest players in NYC, worth over 10 billion! You don't want to mess with that kind of power. Trust me, let him go, say sorry, and walk away while you still can!"
The top exec at Maple Group?
This familiar term made Ryder pause slightly!
As for Billy, noticing Ryder's reaction, his painful expression turned even more twisted, "Ha, are you scared? Get your filthy hands off me, now! You think you can mess with the son of a Maple Group exec and walk away? You and your buddies won't make it out of NYC alive! Here's what's gonna happen: you're gonna drop to your knees, beg for forgiveness, crawl between my legs, and pay ten times my medical bills for this finger! Miss one step, and you're done for! Got it?"
Billy was dead sure his threats would make Ryder back down!
But shocker—Ryder didn't let go of his finger!
Instead, he smacked Billy across the face—hard—over and over, a dozen times!
Ryder's voice was stone-cold, "Hiding behind daddy's money and power, huh? You think you're untouchable? Above the law? Think again! You're nothing!"
Billy's face was puffed up like a balloon, and he was completely stunned.
He couldn't wrap his head around where Ryder got the guts to stand up to him like this.
But one thing was clear—there was no way he and his boys were winning this fight!
Billy sucked in a breath, hung his head, and muttered an apology to Ryder, begging for mercy and swearing he'd never pull this kind of crap again.
But before he could even finish, Ryder smacked him right across the face again!
With a grin that could've fooled anyone, Ryder shrugged and said, "How do I know you're not full of it?"
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