The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 71 Zero Protection

"Farris, please tell me you are just pulling my legs," Dario continued in a panicking tone.

"Pulling your legs? Dario, I am dead serious. I would never joke about this kind of thing. I'm currently in

the Sea Square with Mr. Warren, and your stupid nephew is also here!"

Farris almost roared as he spoke. He not only transferred his aggression to Dario, but he also felt

guilty. He regretted leaving Horace here. 'Damn it! All these wouldn't have happened if I had been here.

It's impossible to atone for my sin even if I die a thousand times. Oh God! How I wish I could turn back

the hands of time!' he thought to himself regretfully.

Milo was standing in front of him with one hand in his pocket. He faintly heard the words on the other

end of the line. "Farris, do you see me as a three-year-old child? You just called a random man and he

posed as my uncle. Don't you know that I'm close to my uncle? Do you really think I'll fall for that? My

powerful uncle would never hold such a loser in high esteem. Ha-ha! You are so ridiculous!"

Milo felt that Farris was trying to pull the wool over his eyes. He didn't believe a single word that he

said. As far as he was concerned, his uncle, who was the richest man, couldn't respect such a young

man.

"Dario, did you hear that? Your fucking nephew just spoke. How dare he insult Mr. Warren? It seems

you have been living too comfortably recently. Your immense wealth has affected your nephew's brain.

He's playing with fire and you will get burnt too!" Farris reprimanded Dario angrily.

With a vicious expression, he said to Milo, "Young man, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. Since

you are doubting me, I will let you hear your uncle's voice more clearly."

Farris clicked on the speaker icon on his phone screen after he finished speaking.

He then continued, "Dario, I just put the phone on speaker. Talk to your nephew. You'd better hurry up. I

can't control my temper anymore. The only thing I want to do to this boy is to kill him right now!"

The last sentence came out as a roar.

"Milo, you silly brat. Do you know who you just hit? You bastard! I warned your father not to spoil you,

but he never listened to me. You were given a free hand. Now, you are in hot water. Listen to me and

listen well. You must bow to Mr. Warren and apologize to him until I arrive at the Sea Square. Don't you

dare go against me!"

Milo knew his uncle's voice very well. As he listened to this command, he shook his head in disbelief.

"No, this is impossible. My uncle is an awesome man. There's no way he would tell me to bow to a

pauper. You must have faked his voice with a voice changer application just to deceive me. Bah! I won't

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Ignoring Milo's defiance, Farris interrupted, "Dario, did you just say he should bow and apologize? Are

you kidding me? That's a light punishment. Let me set things straight. This nephew of yours would be

tortured to death today!"

He huffed and added, "I only called to inform you, Dario. Do not meddle in the punishment he would

receive. If you do, you will be severely dealt with!"

Farris flipped out after Dario gave his nephew such a light punishment. It was like giving him a slap on

the wrist. Now, he decided to punish Milo himself.

The first thing he had in mind was to break Milo's hand and then torture him with all kinds of methods.

He wanted him to see the gates of hell for daring to harm Horace.

Before Dario could say anything, Farris hung up the phone. His eyes got redder. He gritted his teeth

and slowly walked towards Milo. "Since you have committed such an atrocity, you might as well meet

your creator today. You should know that your uncle isn't half of the man Mr. Warren is, let alone you!"

Macie's mouth flew open when she heard these words. Confusion set in immediately. 'What kind of

man is Horace? Why did Mr. Rivera say that he's superior to Mr. Russell, the richest man in Rinas?

How come they both respect him so much? What the fuck! Is there any man that's more affluent than

Mr. Russell in this city? Is this a drama series? Or am I dreaming?' she thought confusedly.

Milo smirked after hearing Farris's threat. He threw his head back and looked at him with suspicious

eyes. "Farris, you are a cunning man. Are you trying to start a fight with my uncle? Is that why you

deliberately came here to find fault with me today? Sorry to burst your bubble. Your game is up. Do you

seriously think that I wouldn't hurt you because you are the Farris Rivera?"

Milo did an air quote when he spoke the last three words before turning to his two remaining men. "Go

and beat him up now!" he commanded.

Fear had already gripped the beautiful women that were with Milo at this moment. This was the first

time they were experiencing such a violent scene.

They weren't from the wealthiest families in the city. All of them knew that Farris was the most

dangerous man in the city, so they didn't dare to sneer at him. Even though Milo dared to go against

him because he was the nephew of the richest man, they knew their place. There was no way they

would benefit from Dario's protection.

Nevertheless, they still didn't know Horace's true identity. They all believed that Milo had the upper

hand in this situation.

"Beat me up? You are sending these two spineless bastards to harm me? Are you fucking

daydreaming, Milo? Don't you know how I climbed to the top in this city?"

Farris sneered and his eyes blazed more. His rough life in the ghetto had prepared him for moments

like this.

In the past years, he had fought vicious men singlehandedly. Milo's men were like ants in his eyes.

To end the battle as soon as possible, he picked up a stick that his car had broken. He wielded it and

rushed up to them.

Weapons made a huge difference during fights. Like magic, Farris was able to knock down the two

men without receiving a blow from them.

Afterward, he twisted his neck fiercely and looked at Milo. "Idiot, are you afraid now?" he asked with a

sinister smile.

All four of Milo's men had passed out at this time. There was no one to protect him now. His heart was

in his mouth and his body began to shake with fear. If the beautiful women weren't standing around

him, he would have collapsed to the floor.

Although he still didn't believe that Horace was superior to his uncle, he was afraid of being beaten. He

saw how Farris had dealt with his men mercilessly. He didn't want to suffer the same fate.

"Aargh! Loser, you are even weaker than a woman. You are all talk and no action. You're only relying

on your uncle. Who the hell are you? I'm afraid that you are nothing without your uncle. I can crush you

with my fingers!"

Farris got closer and closer to him as he spoke. Milo's fear increased indescribably. His heart thumped

against his chest as if it would jump out soon. He wished someone would come to save him.

Meanwhile, the beautiful women were also scared out of their wits. The situation became unbearable

for them when Farris was only a meter away. They screamed and ran for their dear lives, leaving Milo

behind.

'Humph! How dare you step on my toes just now? You will see hell now that there's no one to protect

you! Karma would bite you in the butt soon. Hehe!' Macie sneered at Milo in her heart as she watched

the ladies fleeing away.