Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 50 Despicable Inferior People

  Hearing this, Verak had a bottom line in his heart.

  The Thomas family has an extraordinary background. If Elizabeth really doesn't know how to praise, they really have the strength to drive her out of Lazein. Now we can only hope that Elizabeth does not know about the Equal Society, so that the crisis can be resolved.

   "Go back." Carmine waved.

  Verak bowed slightly and left.

  …

  In the afternoon, Fletcher came to Verak's bedroom with the materials he had sorted out.

  Verak knew that Fletcher would come, so he kept pretending to read a book, hoping not to provoke this moody lunatic: "Mr. Fletcher."

"This is the information, you need to digest it before eight o'clock in the evening, and you can't show your feet in front of Elizabeth." Fletcher threw the information book on the desk, then grabbed Verak by the collar, and said viciously : "If you make another mistake at night and cause trouble for the Thomas family, I will kill Demps and Nord, and throw you into the sewer."

   It was this threat that I said almost a hundred times.

   "I will, Mr. Fletcher." Veraker stood up from the desk, "I'm sorry about the charity party. I didn't expect it to develop to this point."

  When Fletcher heard this, he became even more angry, and directly dragged Veraker, pushing him against the wall. Because Verak had something to do at night, he didn't slap Verak directly like last time, but put his elbow on Verak's neck: "Did I tell you, don't hide anything from me ?!"

   "Uh..." Verak couldn't breathe, he subconsciously clenched his fists, but resisted the urge to resist.

"Miss Kellerman told you about Elizabeth, why did you keep it from me?!" Fletcher growled, "How many things are you hiding from me?! Do you think you are smart? ? Can make everyone play around?!"

   "I..." Verak made a hoarse voice with difficulty, "I didn't... think... this matter... is so important..."

Fletcher pulled Veraker in front of him, and then pushed him against the wall. His forehead was full of veins, and he screamed in Veraker's ear: "I haven't slept all night. I have been collecting Elizabeth’s information! I will go to Mr. Carmine’s to sort it out when I come back during the day! Now I have to supervise you to digest it as soon as possible! Do you know why I do these **** things?! It’s all because of you idiot! You This lowly inferior person! Do you want to kill us!"

   "I'm sorry... Mr. Fletcher..." Veraker blushed, but still endured.

   "Once again...again! I will kill you and your friends!" Fletcher let go of Veraker, "You idiot! Despicable puppet!"

   "Huh...huh..." Verak collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.

   Seeing this, Fletcher kicked Veraker in the stomach again.

   "Ugh!" Verak curled up on the ground clutching his stomach.

Fletcher, whose face was full of sickness and madness, looked at Veraker's painful appearance, showed a hideous smile, stepped on Veraker's head with his foot, and repeatedly crushed it: "Say, you are a lowly bastard!" Wait for someone!"

   A huge sense of humiliation struck, Verak's eyes were bloodshot, and his body trembled with anger.

  In his last life, he was often humiliated by Fletcher in this way, just to satisfy his perverted pleasure.

   "Say! You are a lowly inferior person!" Fletcher vented wantonly on Verak.

  Verak gritted his teeth and never said a word.

  Fletcher felt that Veraker was provoking his majesty, and he became even crazier, and the strength of his feet increased a lot: "Say it!"

  —Nord…Dempsey…

  —Inequality is an eternal feature of human society, but the "contract" between the ruler and the ruled should be rethought. The government should not only protect the wealth and rights of the few, but should focus on the rights and equality of everyone.

  The figures of the two friends and the words on the theory of equality emerged in Verak's mind.

  The burning pain on the face, the sound of humiliation in the ear.

  Verak thought about why he worked so hard to do this.

  He doesn’t want to be looked down upon, he wants to live a prosperous life, he doesn’t want to be regarded as a parasite anymore, he wants to live a dignified life.

"you this…"

   Hearing Veraker speak, Fletcher stopped insulting.

   "You..." Verac grabbed Fletcher's ankle and tore it away, "You lowly old man..."

  Fletcher was stunned for a few seconds, wondering if he heard it wrong. This low-class person who fell on the ground and let him play with him actually opened his mouth to scold him.

   "You're looking for death!" Fletcher was completely enraged, he raised his foot recklessly and was about to kick Verak's head.

Verak rolled away and stood up quickly. One side of his face was covered with footprints and his clothes were in a mess: "Are you trying to kill me? There is a knife in the drawer of the desk. Come on, take it out and stab it at me. On my heart, this is as you wish."

   Fletcher was about to step forward to beat Veraker, but when he heard his words, he stopped in his tracks.

"I am a lowly and inferior person? Then what do you think you are? A livestock that has been a dog for a rich family for decades?" Seeing Fletcher's astonished expression, Veraker felt unprecedented pleasure, " Where is your sense of superiority? A dog, also pointing at me?"

   "Verak..." Fletcher heaved violently.

"You can only show this stinky, superior look in front of me." Verak stepped forward boldly, "Who do you think is important among us? When we meet Elizabeth tonight, who has a wound on his face? Does anyone care?"

  Fletcher habitually grabbed Verac's collar.

  Verak also grabbed Fletcher by the collar and pushed him against the wall. The pretended cowardice disappeared, and the real ruthlessness and murderous intent emerged: "Say, you are a lowly and inferior person."

   "You want to die!" Fletcher tried to break free, but Veraker was much younger and stronger than him.

"If you don't say it, I'll use that knife in the drawer to cut a **** in my face." Verak liked the feeling now, playing with the **** who had driven him like a dog, "Do you think At times, Mr. Carmine will think that I cut it myself, or that you, a person with a history of hidden mental illness, did it?"

   "How do you know?!" Fletcher was shocked again.

   "Say, you are a lowly inferior person." Verak did not answer directly, "I only give you three seconds."

"Doing this will only make your life in the Thomas family miserable!" Fletcher realized that he had far underestimated this young man, and he was even more difficult than he imagined, "Are you going to be my enemy?" ?!"

   "Three." Veraker was unmoved.

   "I will kill you with my own hands!"

"two!"

   "Verak!"

"one!"

   "I'm a lowly inferior!"

  (end of this chapter)