Chapter 38 Surrendering is the Lightest Punishment for You
"You actually showed up. Seems like you've got some guts," Ernest said with a smirk, scanning him with a mix of sarcasm and arrogance, exuding a stark contrast to his sleazy demeanor from the day before.
James ignored Ernest and looked at the other people in the room. Besides Ernest, there were four other men.
What caught James' attention was the middle-aged man sitting confidently on the sofa. He was burly, dressed in a black suit, with a fair complexion, and wore glasses, initially appearing refined like a successful individual.
However, upon closer inspection, his eyes revealed a cold and ruthless demeanor, like a coiled viper ready to strike and take the lives of his victims.
He exuded a menacing presence, making James suspect he had taken lives before, hence his disregard for human life.
The other three men were not simple characters either. With tough, rugged faces, they were professional enforcers exuding a menacing aura, capable of intimidating the common folk.
With several men now in Elena's house, the fear they instilled in her was palpable.
"James, you need to leave quickly. Don't worry about me! They are here for you..." Elena said anxiously, tears welling up in her eyes, looking pitiful.
Fortunately, apart from a slap on her face, she seemed physically unharmed.
Ernest's expression was stormy as he growled, "Damn you, you worthless tramp, still standing up for your pretty boy even when disaster's knocking at the door? And you dare to say there's nothing between you two?
"What a crock! I bet you've been bedded by him more times than you care to admit, you deceitful harlot. How dare you make a fool out of me? I swear, he won't live to regret it!"
Next, he addressed the middle-aged man in the suit with deference, "Stanley, this punk was the one who hit me yesterday! The bastard even called you trash, Stanley, he said doesn't give a damn about you."
Ernest spiced up his story, and as Stanley listened, his face turned increasingly grim.
He grunted heavily, "Kid, you've got some nerve. What crew are you running with, having the audacity to disrespect me?!"
James chuckled, and scoffed, "So, Stanley, Ernest, do you trust his words? He couldn't beat me, so he's fabricating stories. In fact, he never mentioned your name yesterday."
Indeed, after hearing this, Stanley's face darkened slightly, glaring fiercely at Ernest.
Ernest turned pale with fear and knelt before Stanley, begging, "Stanley, don't believe his nonsense! Just look at how calm he has been since he arrived. Clearly, he doesn't regard highly of you."
From the moment James entered, his demeanor remained composed, showing no fear.
Stanley regained his cold composure, staring straight at James before suddenly laughing as he questioned, "Interesting. Speak up. Who's your backer? Are you daring enough to act arrogant in front of me?"
Not just Stanley, even Elena thought James had some powerful backing, explaining his calm demeanor.
However, James shook his head and replied, "My backer is the law. You people have trespassed, harmed others, and caused significant psychological trauma to the public.
"According to the law, your actions could warrant imprisonment. I advise you to surrender and seek leniency under the law."
After hearing this, everyone's expressions turned peculiar, looking at him as if he were a fool.
Elena was speechless, finding James too naive, almost foolish, for speaking those words in front of these people.
Ernest was the first to laugh. "Damn, this is hilarious! Elena, of all the men, you chose a fool?" he mocked.
The others joined in the laughter, any lingering fear or respect they had for James was dissipating, seeing him as nothing but a fool.
Stanley, puffing on his cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, his smile full of amusement, as he said, "It's been a while since someone made me laugh like this. I almost feel reluctant to torment you."
James smiled faintly, unaffected by the humiliation. He walked towards Elena and asked gently, "Elena, are you okay?"
Elena shook her head, looking guilty, as she gazed at him and replied, "I'm fine. James, I'm sorry I've dragged you into this mess."
Seeing James unafraid and chatting with Elena, Ernest's face twisted with anger. He demanded impatiently, "Damn, still flirting even at death's door? Foolish! Stanley, take action, cripple this adulterer!"
Even Stanley looked displeased. James had shown him a lack of respect, a major offense to his dignity.
Frowning, Stanley snapped his fingers, and ordered, "Show him a lesson."
"Yes, Stanley!" a manly voice replied.
A burly man emerged, towering at 6'1", with a muscular build and arms like tree trunks covered in colorful tattoos. He exuded a menacing presence that made it seem like he could easily twist off James' head.
Grinning menacingly, he approached James step by step, clenching his fists and emitting a threatening growl that exuded a palpable sense of intimidation.
He sneered, "Kid, you better kneel before Stanley to avoid suffering."
James remained unfazed, but Elena was terrified. Her face drained of color, yet she bravely stood in front of James, shouting, "Ernest! You want money, right? I'll give it to you; I'll give it to you!"
"One moment." Ernest walked over, scolding Elena, "Wretched woman, you only submit when I resort to force. How despicable! If you had done this earlier, none of this would have happened!"
Elena gritted her teeth, a stern expression on her face, tears brimming in her eyes, but she held them back, refusing to let them fall.
She went to her room, retrieved a bank card, and placed it on the table, and stated, "There's $300,000 in this card; the pin is my birthday."
Ernest's face lit up, greed shining in his eyes like a fly drawn to excrement as he took the bank card.
"Now get out, and don't ever come back to me!" Elena yelled assertively as she pointed to the door, gritting her teeth.
However, Ernest didn't leave. Instead, he smirked and said, "You think you can get rid of me with $300,000? Not so fast."
Elena's expression changed, furiously questioned, "Ernest! What do you mean? Weren't you supposed to leave me alone forever if I gave you $300,000?"
"That was then; the price has gone up now." Ernest smirked, and shamelessly demanded, "Now you need to come up with $600,000 to settle this."
"$600,000! Might as well rob a bank!" Elena exclaimed as she trembled with anger, tears flowing down her cheeks.
With a cold, unflinching demeanor, Ernest scoffed, "Exactly, I'm robbing you. Who asked you to cuckold me? Get a move on, there's still $300,000. Are you paying or not? If not, I'll castrate your cheating spouse right here and now. Let's see if he can still have his fun with you then!"
As he finished speaking, the burly man continued to advance toward James.
At this moment, James smiled and said to Ernest and the others, "You may not understand why I advised you to surrender earlier. For you, that would have been the lightest punishment. Unfortunately, you didn't heed my words."
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