Chapter six: Settling the scores

As they approached the temple of Ramas, Madman Davis didn't move forward. Instead, he hid in a concealed spot. Mrs Smith and her son saw that this and were puzzled, but they didn't question him.

Inside the temple, Lucas sat on a wobbly stool, feeding Rufus a tomato. Rufus's face was covered in juice, looking like a clown, which made Lucas laugh.

Hearing the laughter from outside, Michael yelled

"Laugh!, laugh!!... laugh at your prostitute of a mother's leg. Neither of you is any good anyway"

Whoosh!

Before he could finish, something flew out from the temple's broken door and hit his pig-like face squarely.

"Oww..." Michael cried out in pain.

"Son, are you okay?" Tasha asked, worried. Seeing the tomato stem on his face, she was furious. She charged toward the temple, shouting.

"That bastard really stole our tomatoes. I'm going to break his worthless legs today!"

"How dare you shout so loudly in front of Ramas Temple? Get out of here!" came a terrifying voice from inside the temple.

Tasha's 440-pound body was sent flying like a ragdoll, landing with a thud.

As Micheal watched in utter shock, a young man slowly emerged from the temple. He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree. This was definitely Lucas.

Lucas walked out of the temple, standing at the entrance, looking down at Mrs Smith and her son. His eyes no longer showed fear but instead radiated a deep-seated confidence and pride.

Michael was taken aback, wondering how Lucas seemed like a different person overnight. What puzzled him even more was how, after he and his mother had beaten Lucas so badly the day before, there wasn't a single mark on his body now.

"Didn't get enough of a beating yesterday? Get on your knees and apologize to my mom," Michael Smith demanded, rolling up his sleeves. He still saw Lucas as someone he could bully anytime at will, like a pushover.

Lucas didn't say a word; instead, he was trying hard to think, contemplating on how to deal with these bullies.

Seeing Lucas's silence, Michael stepped closer, pointing a finger at his nose, and sneered

"You bastard!! You'll always be a dog to my family. That's your fate, got it?"

"That's not my fate!" Lucas's voice was icy, his fists clenched tightly.

A mysterious energy flowed through Lucas, making his bones feel alive, a wild ambition stirring within him.

Suddenly...

He reached out with his left hand and slapped Michael across the face.

Smack!

Michael's face wobbled like waves, his pig-like cheeks jiggling.

Then, as if hit by a speeding car, Michael spun 180 degrees in the air, landing face-first on the ground with a thud.

Boom!

Michael hit the ground, crying out in pain.

"Mom..... Mom! He... he actually hit me!"

Michael whimpered, clutching his face as tears welled up in his eyes.

Witnessing this, Madman Davis legs trembled with fear.

He had been slapped just like that not too long ago, and his cheek was still red and swollen, the sting of the five-fingered imprint burning fiercely.

"You dare hit my son!?" Tasha yelled, " Lucas, you dared to hit my son? I'll beat you to death!"

Seeing her precious son get hit, Mrs Smith charged forward like a madwoman. She was even larger than Michael and weighed more, thundering toward Lucas like a wild boar.

As Tasha barreled toward him, Lucas didn't move an inch. It was like she did not exist at all and it wasn't until she was just a foot away that he gracefully sidestepped, moving as lightly as a butterfly.

Mrs Smith missed completely, ending up in a heap, no longer the fierce woman known by all.

She felt like the whole world was rotating in circles, her head was spinning, and her vision was filled with swirling stars.

"Mom, blood, I'm bleeding..." Michael clutched his mouth, terrified as if he were dying.

Tasha looked closely and saw her son's lips swollen like sausages, with blood trickling down.

She went wild, shouting,

"Lucas, you scoundrel, you'll pay for this!"

With that, Mrs Smith unleashed her fury, using her dirty fingernails to scratch at Lucas face.

Lucas casually kicked out, commanding coldly,

"Kneel!"

Thud!

Tasha's shin was hit, and she fell to her knees, unable to get up.

She gasped in pain, nearly bursting into tears on the spot.

Michael grabbed a rock from the ground, yelling at the top of his lungs

"Lucas, I'm gonna finish you today! Am gonna kill you!!"

Lucas turned his head around to glare at Michael. The beast-like intensity in his eyes sent a chill racing up Michael's spine, making him shiver and drop the stone he was holding.

In a split second Lucas was at in front of Micheal.

"Kneel!" Lucas commanded, delivering a swift kick.

Boom!

Michael, with his bulky frame, had no chance to resist and was sent sprawling to the ground.

Lucas stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face, then began to swing his fists like a windmill.

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!

"Didn't you love bullying me before?"

"When I was seven, you stole my things. At ten, you spat on me. By thirteen, you were calling me names in front of everyone..."

Bang! Bang!!

The series of punch continued.

"Ah..." Madman Davis, hiding in the corner, was so startled by Lucas's ferocity that he didn't dare make a sound. He quickly and quietly scurried away.

Mrs Smith, seeing Lucas beat her son, sat on the ground wailing.

"After your grandpa died, who fed and clothed you? Now you repay kindness with cruelty. Lucas, you're an ungrateful wretch, doomed to a bad end..."

Hearing this, Lucas paused and sneered,

"I'm ungrateful? Fine, let's set the record straight, one thing at a time!".....