Chapter 10 You're Not Worthy

• Lewis didn't go far after leaving the restaurant. Instead, he quietly stayed by Sacha's side, slowly walking towards the school.
• "Sacha, if you don't mind, you can treat me as your real brother," Lewis spoke as they strolled along the road.
• Upon hearing Lewis's words, Sacha stopped in her tracks. She stared at Lewis seriously for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Lewis, you're the only family I have in this world."
• Thinking that she suddenly had an elder brother, Sacha felt a sense of relief in her heart. She thought, "I won't be alone anymore in the future."
• At that moment, Lewis also felt a heavy sense of responsibility settling on his shoulders. He silently resolved that he would never let Sacha suffer any injustice as long as he was alive.
• Half an hour later, Lewis dropped Sacha off at the dormitory entrance, leaving his phone number with her. Reluctantly, Sacha waved goodbye to Lewis and walked into the dormitory building.
• Finally releasing the words buried in his heart, Lewis's previous melancholy dissipated into thin air. Now, he only wanted to drink and savour this rare good mood.
• As Lewis returned to the restaurant to fetch his car, he sensed something. Yet, rather than fear, he felt a faint sense of excitement. His innate warrior spirit was fully ignited in this moment.
• Before him stood over two hundred men dressed in black, some wielding knives, others holding steel pipes. They tightly surrounded Lewis in front of the restaurant's entrance.
• As pedestrians on the street witnessed the scene, they hurriedly distanced themselves, afraid of getting involved. Nearby shops swiftly closed their doors and windows, fearing being caught up in the trouble.
• With Sacha not around, Lewis had no concern for this unruly bunch surrounding him. Leaning against his car, he lit a cigarette, and a wicked smirk crept onto his lips.
• Among the crowd surrounding Lewis, they automatically parted, revealing a gap. A man in his thirties stepped forward, standing before Lewis. He was about 6'1" tall with short hair. He wore a tight white shirt accentuating his muscular frame, complementing his stern, intimidating face.
• People around shouted, "Remus!"
• "Which gang are you from? Why did you injure my friend?" Remus's face darkened as he asked.
• Looking at the tall figure before him, Remus sensed Lewis wasn't ordinary. The faint aura of violence emanating from him seemed forged through numerous conflicts.
• Facing Remus' question, Lewis took a deep drag from his cigarette, blowing out a giant smoke ring. With a mocking tone, he replied, "You call yourself Remus, too? Do you really deserve that name?"
• Lewis had spotted Dominic lingering on the sidelines earlier. He had warned him multiple times, but Dominic had apparently not learned his lesson. Well, now he had only himself to blame.
• "I will send you to the grave."
• "D*mn you, how dare you talk to Remus like that."
• "Cut that b*stard down!"
• The surrounding lackeys shouted in uproar.
• Once again, hearing someone curse him, Lewis exploded in rage. He flicked his cigarette, hitting the guy who insulted him. His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint, roaring like a wild beast gone mad, "Hell is waiting for you!"
• Even Remus was taken aback by Lewis's ferocity, bellowing, "Kill him!"
• Over two hundred people surged towards Lewis.
• With too many people around, Lewis backed against his Porsche. Helplessly, he lifted the Porsche and smashed it into the crowd.
• Boom!
• Shock! Whether it was the lackeys nearby, pedestrians in the distance, or shopkeepers around, everyone was deeply shocked. That was a car, weighing at least one and a half tons, a sports car of several thousand pounds, lifted by one person to smash people? Was this for real or a movie scene?
• The fiery red sports car flew out, crashing into the gang of thugs, causing them to scream in pain. A few were even pinned down by the car and couldn't move. Some were so scared they dropped their weapons and scattered in panic.
• Bam! Bam!
• Lewis' gaze locked onto the guy in black who dared to insult him. With a swift motion, he delivered several slaps and roared, "D*mn it! You wanna curse? Come on, curse!"
• The guy who cursed Lewis was already scared witless by Lewis's violent response. He couldn't understand why they singled him out among so many. Overwhelmed with fear, he fainted on the spot. Lewis picked up a piece of steel pipe from the ground and waded into the crowd like a tiger among sheep, taking on the thugs. Hundreds against one, but none could even touch Lewis's clothes as he single-handedly dominated the fight.
• Remus watched Lewis's dominance with shock. This guy was too fierce; he was probably doomed this time. How unlucky to be instigated by that jerk Dominic to deal with such a formidable opponent.
• In less than five minutes, over a hundred black-clad men lay on the ground at the scene, and many had already fled.
• "You're named 'Remus' just like the feral wolf, right? Come here, let me see how you really are," Lewis shouted angrily at Remus, who stood watching on the sidelines. Lewis didn't care about Remus' identity. A thug from the mafia daring to share a similar alias with my comrade, who does he think he is?
• Remus nervously stepped forward, facing the formidable Lewis and replied, "Bro, you've got skills. Which gang are you from? Tell me your name."
• "You think you have the right to ask about my identity? If you're a man, come up and fight me. Show me why you call yourself Remus," Lewis sneered disdainfully at the man known as Remus in front of him.
• Remus hardened his resolve. With so many of his lackeys watching, backing down now would ruin his authority. Besides, wasn't it his fists and knives that got him here in the first place? With these thoughts, Remus's determination surged.
• Gripping his machete in his right hand, Remus charged forward with a shout, channelling all his strength into a powerful swing aimed at Lewis.
• "Nice one!" Lewis yelled, dropping the steel pipe and picking up a machete from the ground to meet Remus head-on.
• Remus' knife skill was straightforward, fast, fierce, and full-force. Sparks flew when his blade clashed against Lewis' raised machete. Sensing his opponent's strength, Lewis lifted his right leg and kicked towards Remus' waist.
• "Bang!"
• After Lewis' roundhouse kick, Remus flew like a kite with a broken string, landing and struggling to get up several meters away.
• Lewis sneered coldly at Remus. "You dare call yourself 'Remus' with just this skill level? From now on, if you ever use that alias again, I'll make sure you regret it."
• Dominic, standing off to the side, was scared stiff. After witnessing Lewis' ferocity, he dragged a few lackeys and disappeared without a trace. This was probably for the best. He was likely terrified and wouldn't dare bother Sacha again.
• Dealing with these underworld types, you had to be meaner and more challenging than them to earn their respect. Lewis understood this principle well. Standing in the middle of the road like a war god, he shouted loudly, "Anyone else got a problem?"
• Lewis, towering and wielding a machete, stood among the men like a formidable figure, his impressive physique and expert skills deeply intimidating the gangsters.
• Seeing no one daring to reply, Lewis strolled towards Remus and asked, "Aren't you going to explain yourself for today?"
• Remus was helped up by a few of his men, looking at Lewis's cold face and said, "What do you want? I admit defeat today."
• Lewis wasn't after money. It was just that he had slightly deformed Winona's sports car. That would be challenging to explain later. Fortunately, he spotted a black Hummer parked by the roadside.
• "Get the Porsche fixed for me as soon as possible. The Hummer is yours. I'll take it for now. Call me when the car is ready. Oh, and remember what I told you about changing your alias," Lewis said after a moment's thought.
• Remus could only reluctantly hand over the keys to Lewis. Lewis drove off, leaving behind Remus and his crew, who were standing there watching as he disappeared down the road.