Rise of Power: Return of The Pathetic Commoner [PREVIEW ONLY]

Chapter 4: Young Master

"DO you think you've learned your lesson yet?" one of the bodyguards sneered, yanking August's hair and forcing him to meet the intense gaze of the three men towering over him.

One of them stood with crossed arms, biting his lower lip in anticipation. Another lazily dragged on his cigarette, exuding an air of indifference.

The third squatted before August and delivered another blow, snapping August out of his thoughts.

After Bruce told them that they could do anything about him, one of the bodyguards made a powerful punch to August's gut, causing August to cry in agonizing pain.

Paralyzed and helpless, he was mercilessly dragged to the parking lot by the bodyguards.

The other people didn't care about what they would do to him, even though it would be something horrible.

Once there, the bodyguards, bored and callous, unleashed their fury on him, treating him like a human punching bag.

August could hear their sadistic laughter and gleeful chuckles as he coughed up blood, gasping for air.

But rather than succumbing to fear, August summoned a ruthless smile and defiantly spat in the face of one of his opponents. The man recoiled, holding his cheek in disgust, his expression contorting.

"Lesson?" August sneered, his smirk unyielding. "Damn you."

'There's no way I would be inferior to the people who made me horrible and hurt me when all I did was to love my girl...' August murmured in his mind, his words trailing off as a painful realization struck him. 'Wait... She was no longer mine.'

Although he felt terrible and he wanted to be freed from these guys' prepossession, his mind says that surrendering will not be the right thing to do. If he showed them a little fear, it would mean for him that he was at fault, even though it wasn't the case.

"Ah, so you're asking for a severe beating, huh?" The man gripping his hair sneered, twisting his neck with a crack of bones.

Instantly, August's agony erupted into a piercing scream as another ruthless blow struck his face, followed by a brutal kick to his already weakened knee.

The excruciating pain surged through him, leaving him grappling with the realization that his joint had been partially shattered, reducing him to tears and agonized cries, while the three men reveled in sadistic harmony.

He felt weak, not because of those people beating him to death, but because he lacked power in this moment—A power to stop whatever they were doing.

He never dreamed of having a rich life. Believing Samantha loved him for who he was, he simply yearned for enough wealth to marry her and provide her with everything she desired.

Now, he realized how foolish those aspirations seemed. The three men took their turns hitting him, yet his mind was roaming somewhere else.

Amidst the searing pain coursing through his body, particularly in his knee, he couldn't help but laugh.

"This is why they mock me as a pitiful commoner," he chuckled, his laughter growing louder, realizing the depths of his own downfall because by love.

He had done everything for love.

August had sacrificed his social connections, his money, and his whole being to gain Samantha's approval. But it wasn't love at all—it was manipulation. Samantha wanted to take him, to make him crave her love more intensely.

"This freak— How dare you laugh while we beat you?" One of the men, irritated, delivered a resounding slap, but it only fueled August's laughter further.