Chapter 1287

Chris was glad to hear his son’s words.

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Green Channel Bar.

Clyde’s emotions were as bad as they could get.

He did not have the strength to take his revenge on Zeke for paralyzing both of his arms. Hence, he spent most of his days drunk.

Clyde had no idea how to live on, if not for the alcohol. Even though he had gotten a set of artificial limbs, he was still unaccustomed to it. He was yet to be able, to pick his own glass up. Thus, he was fed by his girlfriend, most of the time.

While Clyde was drowning himself in alcohol, a group of thugs sat down beside them and began to tease his girlfriend.

The thugs even pretended to accidentally touch Clyde’s girlfriend, which enraged him even more. Even if he was paralyzed, he was still the second heir to the Thisleton family; a position that a group of small-

time thugs should still be afraid of.

“Hey! What the f*** do you think you’re doing? F*** off or I’ll bury you alive in your grandparents’ grave myself!” Clyde roared.

“You? A cripple? You sure have some guts to say that!” The thugs immediately laughed at Clyde and turned to his girlfriend. “Hey, babe, your beauty is wasted on someone like him. Why don’t you come along with us? We’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven every day.”

With that, the thugs began to move their hands over Clyde’s girlfriend’s body.

Clyde’s girlfriend tried to get away, but one of the thugs had pulled her back down, into his arms.

Clyde could only observe in anger, as his woman was passed around as though she were a plaything.

He tried to kick one of the thugs, but his opponent was faster. The thug took hold of a beer bottle and smashed it on Clyde’s head.

Clyde felt a sharp pain on his skull, as a warm fluid dripped down his head, masking his sight.

I’m so useless! I can’t even fight a few small-time thugs! I can’t even protect my own girlfriend! Clyde yelled in his head as he began to think of taking his own life.

In the midst of his desperation, a bottle flew out from nowhere, striking the thug who was hugging Clyde’s girlfriend.

The thug yelled as he released the lady in his arms. Clyde’s girlfriend quickly ran to his side as she sobbed, “Honey, let’s go...”

Swiftly, Clyde pulled his girlfriend behind him subconsciously, wiping the blood off his eyes. He then turned to look towards the direction where the bottle flew out from. He soon caught sight of a man who was around his age walking towards them.

The man had one of the coldest smiles Clyde had ever seen. He walked to Clyde and handed him his handkerchief. “Clyde, remember me?”

Clyde looked at the man standing before him and felt safe, for the first time. “You are...”

“Are you that forgetful?” the man laughed. “It’s me, Connor! From Northville Military Academy!

“Connor! I remember you! How long has it been?” Clyde greeted excitedly.

“Too long, brother,” Connor smiled. “Let’s catch up later. I’ll help you take care of some bugs first.”

Just as they were conversing, the thugs began to have them surrounded. They were the thugs who had controlled the street that they were in. Even the bar owner was afraid of them.

“You b******! You dare do this to our brother!” One of the thugs scolded, “You’d better chop your hands off and beg for forgiveness, or we’ll make you disappear from the face of this earth!”