Chapter 6: From Now On, You'll Spend Your Life in a Wheelchair!

The group of men hesitated for a moment, feeling that smashing the funeral hall was a bit too much.

"What? Can't understand my speech?" Alexander snorted coldly.

Seeing Alexander getting angry, they reluctantly nodded, "Okay."

"Smash it to pieces!"

Paul's eyes were full of despair as he pleaded, "You can't do this. Alexander, please, I'm begging you!"

Alexander sneered, waved his hand, and knocked Paul to the ground.

"Even if you kneel, it's no use. Today, I'm determined to smash this place!"

Just as they were about to smash the entire funeral hall to pieces…

"I dare you to try!"

A furious shout rang out as a tall figure strode in from the door, exuding a fierce momentum with icy eyes.

"You... are you Quentin?" Alexander showed a hint of surprise. "Ha, you, the rapist, dare to come back? Now that your parents are dead, who else can protect you?"

"Alexander, you ungrateful scoundrel. Have you forgotten how my parents treated you? Now you're actually letting others come to smash their funeral hall?" Quentin was filled with rage.

"Don't bring up that with me!" Alexander sneered. "You're nothing but a wretched stray now! What do you have to stop me? Today, I'm determined to smash this place!"

Before his voice even faded, Quentin had disappeared from where he stood.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Alexander in an instant!

"You wretch! Today, I will cripple you and make you kneel in front of my parents to beg for forgiveness!" Quentin's tone was chilling.

In the next moment, he kicked Alexander in the knee.

"Ahh—" Alexander's knee was instantly shattered, and with a thud, he fell to one knee.

Quentin kicked and shattered his other leg. Alexander knelt on both knees!

Quentin stepped on his head, smashing his entire face to the ground, pressing it tightly against the floor!

"Ahh—!"

"Quentin, you, you're seeking death!"

Twisted in pain, Alexander roared furiously, "Attack! Everyone, attack and cripple him for me!"

Those people swallowed hard in fear and dared not move immediately.

"Whoever cripples him, I'll give him a hundred thousand!"

One hundred thousand!!

Upon hearing this, their eyes glittered! They gritted their teeth and rushed forward...

Eileen's graceful figure moved like an agile cheetah, and in an instant… screams resounded one after another!

She charged into the group, running through them directly. In less than five seconds, all of them were lying on the ground, either with broken hands or feet...

"A bunch of trash dared to lay hands on my master?" Eileen stood on one of them's chest, sneering with disdain.

Alexander widened his eyes, continuously sucking in cold air, trembling, "Quentin, please forgive me. Please let me go for the sake of old feelings."

"From now on, you'll have to live in a wheelchair." Quentin didn't wait for him to finish his words, and once again stomped his feet, breaking his hands as well.

He hated ungrateful bastards like Alexander the most!

"Ahh—" Alexander fainted on the spot from the pain.

Quentin coldly looked at the group on the ground, arrogantly commanding, "Take him and get out!"

"Yes, yes..." The group was frightened, covered in cold sweat, enduring the intense pain, and left the Holland mansion with Alexander in a sorry state.

Quentin knelt abruptly in front of the two tablets, tears streaming down instantly...

"Mom, dad, I've returned to honor you!"