Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 671 Slevin Attacks

Meanwhile, the man uttered a cry of disbelief before staggering backward, his eyes widening with astonishment. He had never anticipated that someone as unassuming as Slevin could possess such extraordinary strength. "What are you doing? How dare you attack me! I'll report you to the police!" the man shouted.

Slevin confidently shook his hand, displaying no trace of fear on his face. "Okay. Go on. Let's see who the police will arrest later," he retorted, his voice laced with defiance.

As the man's face contorted with a range of emotions, he mulled over his options, seeking a way to retaliate for being struck. Then, he swung his fists to unleash his anger and get even with Slevin, intending to physically harm him. To his astonishment, the man's attempt to strike Slevin was futile, as he could not land a blow. In a swift and decisive move, Slevin responded with a powerful kick, sending the man hurtling through the air.

"Aah!"

The man crashed to the ground, writhing in pain as the agony coursed through his body. He groaned in pain, his words strained with indignation. "How dare you hit me! Don't you know who I am?"

Slevin's expression turned cold as he glanced at the shouting man. The once-present smile on his face had vanished and was replaced by a solemn and stern demeanor. After that, he responded to the man's outburst, "That has nothing to do with me. All you need to know is that if you ever dare start trouble again, I will never let you off this easily."

Furious, the man scanned his surroundings and noticed the two other men standing nearby, seemingly dazed and unable to offer assistance. He begrudgingly got up and pushed himself slowly off the ground when he realized he had no immediate aid. "In that case, tell me, what is your name?" he demanded.

"Slevin Damazio."

Nonetheless, the man burst out laughing upon hearing the name. "Does the Damazio Family even have a Slevin? Don't tell me you're the son of some mistress, right?"

The man's mind raced with thoughts, questioning the legitimacy of Slevin's claim to the Damazio Family name. His knowledge of the Damazios and their widespread fame led him to believe he knew every family member, yet Slevin's name did not ring a bell. The man concluded that Slevin must not be a legitimate Damazios. He also believed that if Slevin dared to position himself as a hero, then the truth of his identity should be exposed.

On the other hand, the word "mistress" resonated through the air, leading to murmurs and whispers among the crowds.

Suddenly, Slevin's lips curled into a grin again, but there was an eerie and unsettling quality this time.

The man, feeling an uncomfortable chill run down his spine, couldn't help but be affected by Slevin's unsettling grin, so he asked, "Why are you smiling? What is there for you to laugh at?"

"Do you know the price you'll pay for saying that?"

As the man's fear became evident through his shrinking back, he attempted to maintain a facade of strength and defiance. "If I say no, what will you do? Will you have someone kill me?"

However, Slevin scoffed and replied, "Death will be letting you off easy. I want you to live a life worse than death."

When the fear coursed through the man's veins, he couldn't shake off the unnerving realization that Slevin's demeanor and actions held severe consequences. The impact of the blows he received from Slevin further intensified his apprehension. Uncertain about whether Slevin's presence was good news or bad news for him, the man's instincts urged him to escape from the situation.

While glancing at the two men who had accompanied him, the man conveyed through gestures that it was time to retreat and leave. Moreover, the presence of the growing crowd added to their desire to disengage and depart swiftly. Hence, they promptly grabbed their stuff and stood up.

"Fine. We'll end things here today. Since you refuse to give me a proper answer, we'll be back another day to settle this!"

After saying this, the man turned around to leave, but his path was abruptly blocked by a group of men dressed in black. Their appearance resembled seasoned hired muscle, and the intensity of the hatred emanating from their eyes shocked him, amplifying his fear and making him feel trapped. The man then shouted, "What do you want?"

In the meantime, Elspeth observed the unfolding scene from behind the crowd, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity. These men are not mine. Could it be Slevin's? At this thought, she immediately felt a chill run down her spine. As she noted the surprising facts, she realized that her knowledge of Slevin was not as extensive as she had believed.

"Oh, nothing much. We simply wanted to invite you to join us for a casual tea gathering."

With a casual wave of Slevin's hand, the group of men in black sprang into action, swiftly closing in on the three unsuspecting men, ready to capture them.

"What are you doing? This is a public venue!"

The man harbored doubts about Slevin's intentions, as the presence of numerous onlookers made it seem unlikely that he would take any action. However, Slevin's indifference toward being observed hinted that he didn't care about the potential witnesses to his actions.

As the realization slowly crept into the man's mind, he began to understand that even the police might not have the audacity to apprehend Slevin. A wave of true terror surged through his veins, causing him to collapse to his knees with a resounding thud. Witnessing his sudden submission, the two men who accompanied him promptly followed suit, dropping to their knees in sync.

"Please, sir! I'm begging you, kind sir! I'm so sorry, Mr. Damazio. I should not have challenged you. Please have mercy!" The man kowtowed over and over as he begged.

























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