King's Awakening

Dominic Anderson!?

Hans Weiden stood stupefied at his spot. His facial expression was as colorful as a kaleidoscope.

He quickly wormed his way through the crowd to see Dominic Anderson, kneeling on the ground, looking disheveled. His expression froze once again.

Why on earth was Dominic Anderson kneeling here like a beaten dog?

What in the world was happening?

Didn’t he invite him over yesterday to revel in the sight of White Mitchell’s misfortune?

How come he was the one kneeling here now?

Could this have been White Mitchell’s doing?

A wave of suspicion washed over Hans Weiden, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

The dried bloodstains under Dominic Anderson told him that the man had been kneeling here for quite some time, while White Mitchell seemed to have just arrived. It definitely wasn’t White Mitchell’s doing.

With this in mind, Hans Weiden was even more puzzled. Who added insult to Dominic Anderson’s injury and made him kneel here?

Thinking about this, Hans rushed to Dominic Anderson’s side and asked with a resentful look, “Mr. Dominic, what the hell happened? Where are the people you arranged for? Who did this to you?”

Dominic Anderson, his eyes devoid of any spirit, slowly raised his head and looked at Hans, his dull pupils lighting up suddenly.

“Mr. Weiden, help me, please… My father said I’ve offended some big shot. They broke my legs and made me kneel here to apologize to that person. But I honestly don’t know what big shot I offended… Mr. Weiden, help me, please… plead with my father for me. I really can’t hold on any longer…” Dominic begged, tears streaming down his face.

“Piece of trash!”

Hans Weiden cursed in resentment upon hearing these words.

He had originally come today to watch White Mitchell kneel before him, but who would have thought that Dominic Anderson, this piece of trash, would mess with the wrong person at such a critical moment.

It was bad enough he was in trouble. It was worse that he was dragging Hans down with him.

Faced with Dominic Anderson’s plea for help, Hans Weiden was even more steamed. Dominic admitted to having offended a big shot. If Hans were to help him, wouldn’t he also be getting himself involved?

Anyone who could make Dominic’s father so fearful that he would break his son’s legs was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Once this became clear, Hans Weiden didn’t even want to glance at Dominic Anderson anymore. He got up, ready to leave.

However, White Mitchell confronted him right then and there.

“What, planning on running just like that?” White Mitchell looked at Hans Weiden, a playful smile on his face.

Hans threw a fierce glare at White, his face flushing and paling alternately, looking somewhat flustered.

“Get lost! It’s none of your business where I go. Don’t think I’m afraid just because you beat me. Mark my words, one day you will be on your knees right in front of me like a beaten dog!” Hans threatened fiercely.

“Oh? Really?”

White Mitchell answered with a faint smile, then pointed at Dominic Anderson kneeling on the ground, “Weren’t you and he eager to see me kneel in front of the Thaw Mall? Well, here I am now. Aren’t you going to do something?”

Hans looked back at Dominic Anderson furiously. The mere mention of the man was enough to stir the fire in his belly.

If it weren’t for this fool, would he have lost face in front of White Mitchell?

“White Mitchell, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Keep pushing it, and I’ll put an end to you. The ostracism of the Jones Group isn’t over yet! Either you disable your arms and kneel before me, or I push the Jones Group to keep ostracizing you. It’s your choice!” Hans ordered, revealing that his attitude had changed after being publicly rebuked by White Mitchell.

At this very moment, he had made up his mind to bring White Mitchell to his knees here.

However, upon hearing his words, White Mitchell let out a cold chuckle. “It seems you still don’t understand what I mean.”

As his words fell, his expression suddenly became serious, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

With a resounding noise, as if a Flood Dragon was entering the sea or a beast breaking free its cage, everyone present was shocked by this sudden aura.

The scene immediately fell into dead silence, and everyone’s gaze was drawn to White Mitchell.

At this moment, they seemed to feel as if the surrounding air was filled with a suffocating smell. The temperature at the scene seemed to have dropped several degrees, sending chills down their spines.

The first to bear the brunt was Hans Weiden, whose face tightening automatically took two steps back.

“Fuck! Stop him!” Hans Weiden’s voice trembling, unconsciously recalled the night when White Mitchell broke his hands, causing him to panic.

At this time, the two bodyguards who had originally been with Hans Weiden exchanged glances, then mustered their courage to stand in front of White Mitchell.

“Get lost!”

The next moment, White Mitchell’s face fell, he let out a scolding, and his powerful aura immobilized Hans Weiden’s two bodyguards.

At this moment, Hans Weiden’s two bodyguards felt as if a giant elephant was standing in front of them, and as if White Mitchell could trample them into pieces with a light step.

Large beads of sweat continuously fell from their bodies, and for a time, they forgot the order that Hans Weiden had given them.

“Useless! What are you two doing! Stop him…stop…” Seeing that the two bodyguards were standing still, Hans Weiden’s face panicked and he let out a cry of alarm.

But at this time, White Mitchell has moved in front of him.

“You don’t understand what I’m saying, do you? Okay, then let me teach you how to be obedient. Kneel down for me!” White Mitchell’s voice chilled and immediately kicked Hans Weiden on the knees.

Two dull sounds rang out, followed by two snapping sounds, which sounded like the sound of a bone shattering.

Hiss!

The people who saw this couldn’t help but gasp. This person must be too violent, right?

Before they could react, they saw Hans Weiden’s face turn pale, and he knelt down in front of White Mitchell with a thud.

After that, White Mitchell did not even glance at him but kicked him directly in front of Dominic Anderson.

At this point, the two of them were awkwardly kneeling together like brothers in distress, their faces showing unbearable pain and rage.

“White Mitchell! I will kill you! I will kill you!!!” Hans Weiden gritted his teeth, but he simply couldn’t get up and could only stay on his knees.

At this moment, Messiah Anderson and others who were originally paying close attention to the important person in Bentley’s mouth, hearing the commotion here, immediately came over with their men.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw not only Dominic Anderson kneeling there but also the heir to the Weiden family, Hans Weiden!

Seeing this, Messiah Anderson was startled.

What happened? The Weiden family and the Green family were cooperating partners in the Sayon commerce alliance. Moreover, because the Weiden family had the backing of the Martial Department, they were the leaders of the Sayon commerce alliance.

Usually, they couldn’t even curry favor with Hans Weiden, but now he was kneeling on his territory?

If Hans Weiden’s grandfather found out about this, wouldn’t he skin him alive?

Thinking of this, Messiah Anderson’s face turned pale, and he quickly helped Hans Weiden up, while angrily saying, “Who the hell is it!? Who dared to hurt Mr. Weiden!?

Come out if you dare! Otherwise, if I find out who you are, I won’t let you off!

Who is it! Who exactly is it!!!”