Chapter 6 A Fight for Dignity

In line, Lester recognized Claire. After Dwayne's life-judging touch, Claire's skin had turned porcelain white, and she had a soft flush in her cheeks. Apart from her slight frailty due to long-term hospitalization, she looked like a beauty. Even wearing a hospital gown couldn't hide her beauty and gentleness. "No wonder Xavier can't forget you. You're really quite beautiful. Look at that skin, white like it's been soaked in milk. It must feel silky smooth." Lester narrowed his lustful eyes, letting his gaze roam freely over her, his eyes brimming with desire. Claire was a hundred times more appealing than the heavily made-up women in nightclubs. "You still owe medical fees, right? Come with me. As long as you spend one night with my boss, I'll cover all your bills." Although Lester wanted her all to himself, he didn't dare take Xavier's woman. But after Xavier was done with her, wouldn't it be his turn? Claire was naturally timid and tried to avoid conflict. She lowered her head and attempted to walk away. Lester took a step and blocked her path. "Please let me pass, or I'll call the police," Claire said softly. "Still pretending to be so prim?" Lester pulled out a wad of cash from his crocodile-skin wallet. "A model would charge 450 a night. I'm offering you 4,500. Just spend one night with my boss, and you'll be earning that much money." "You should thank Lester for his generosity." "Mr. Wells guarantees you'll be satisfied." "It must feel very comfortable if your lips are wrapped around it." The three lackeys beside him said with lecherous expressions. "You're despicable!" Claire scolded, her face pale. "Not interested?" Lester pressed in closer, sneering. "Yesterday, your brother borrowed money from my boss, and we gave him a good beating. If you don't cooperate, don't expect him to stay safe." Claire's face went ashen, and her footsteps became heavy, halting her retreat. She could endure anything herself, but she couldn't bear to see her brother suffer. Lester grew smug when seeing he'd struck her weak spot. "That's more like it. Serve my boss and me well, and you'll be set for life," Lester said, his face twisted into a lascivious smile as he reached out to pinch her cheek. Her fair and tender cheek must feel very soft and comfortable to touch. Just then, a foot suddenly appeared and kicked him to the ground. "Who the hell dared to mess up my business?" Lester yelled, climbing to his feet when he saw Dwayne, his face twisted with anger. "Oh. It's you. You worthless loser! Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson. Today, I'll teach you how things work!" With that, Lester swung a fist at Dwayne. In his eyes, Dwayne was a weakling with broken hands, no match for him. Behind him, Claire was frightened and tried to push Dwayne away. But in the next moment, Dwayne's fist was caught effortlessly by a hand., trapping it as if it were in a vice, unable to move an inch. And this hand belonged to Lester. The smug look vanished from Lester's face, replaced by shock as if he had seen a ghost. "Is your hand healed?" It was like watching a disabled person suddenly run a hundred meters in eight seconds. It was genuinely shocking. Dwayne's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He had always seen his sister as his weakness, his bottom line. Yesterday's incident had already set him on edge, but now Lester was here harassing her again. Perhaps Lester had power, but he didn't care anymore. Anyone who dared harm his sister would pay the price. Lester struggled to break free, grabbing a baton from his waistband and swinging it toward Dwayne's head. "Go to hell!" Before he could bring it down, Dwayne tightened his grip, causing his bones to crack. He howled in pain, sweat pouring down his face as he dropped to his knees. Lester's three cronies charged at Dwayne, but he dodged effortlessly, dispatching each of them with a punch or kick. Dwayne had trained in martial arts and practiced the Cosmic Vault, which enhanced his strength and speed, so they were no match. "You!" Lester and his men were dumbfounded. How could he be so good at fighting? One against four, it's like a movie scene! "Lester, you took over my company, and I let it go. But you dared to hurt my sister. What kind of scum do you think you are?" Dwayne grabbed Lester by the neck, a wave of rage flooding his mind as he thought of all the past injustices. For a moment, it seemed he might snap Lester's neck. It felt as if only by snapping Lester's neck could he alleviate the anger in his heart. Lester's face turned purple, meeting his cold gaze. He felt an overwhelming fear of death. "Let go of me. Don't kill me, please!" Lester clutched Dwayne's hand, his legs kicking wildly as his eyes rolled back. Claire hurried over, grabbing Dwayne's arm. "Let him go. Murder is against the law!" Dwayne paused, clarity returning to his mind as he released his grip. Killing Lester and losing the rest of his life wasn't worth it. However, Dwayne raised his right hand, bringing it down over Lester's forehead. Five dark rings appeared above it. Right-hand death! Name: Lester Campos Age: 25 Cause: A history of abuse and crime, assaulted a female classmate at 18, seized a home at 21, drove relatives to death Effect: Mild brain damage, multiple organ injuries Lifespan: 43 years