Chapter 10 Beat Him Up And Throw Him Outside

• “Sir, to Origin Junkyard, please. Thank you.”
• For the past few years, Nathaniel had sold the junk that he scavenged to Origin Junkyard, so he was very familiar with the area.
• “Sure.”
• The taxi driver nodded.
• More than ten minutes later, they reached the junkyard.
• Nathaniel alighted from the car and walked toward the wasteland behind the junkyard.
• Screech!
• The black Honda came to a halt too.
• A bald and burly man with a tiger tattooed on his head stepped out of the vehicle. The man was around one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, and as he watched Nathaniel walk ahead, he smirked maliciously and followed behind.
• After entering the wasteland, the bald man spoke in a strained voice. “You're quite sensible, brat!”
• “Oh? How so?” asked Nathaniel as he turned around while wearing a half-smile.
• “This place is so remote that nobody would come here. I can just dig a hole and bury you after murdering you, and no one will notice!” the bald man said with a grin.
• “Are you sure that you can murder me?”
• Nathaniel scrutinized the man, who looked incredibly ferocious to an ordinary person.
• The average person would wet themselves in fear if they were targeted by him.
• “Haha... Before I return to the country, I played underground boxing for more than ten years. I have murdered countless weaklings who are as scrawny as you.”
• The bald man laughed as if he had just heard the most absurd joke.
• “Hehe, no wonder you're so murderous. How about this, I'll allow you to be my lackey in the future!” said Nathaniel with great interest.
• This man has great fighting skills. It'll be convenient for me if he could work for me.
• “What? You want me to be your lackey? Hahaha, have you gone crazy from fear?”
• The bald man cackled.
• “Oh, is that so?”
• Nathaniel suddenly moved and disappeared from where he was, leaving afterimages as he flashed past in the blink of an eye and emerged again in front of the bald man.
• With one hand clasping the man's neck, he lifted the man, who weighed around a hundred kilograms, into the air.
• “A-Are you a martial artist?”
• The bald man's face flushed red as he punched Nathaniel's arm with both fists. However, his efforts served no purpose to budge Nathaniel.
• “You don't have to know that. All you have to do is become my lackey. That's much better than having your neck snapped by me right now.”
• Nathaniel began applying pressure on his fingers, suffocating the bald man.
• “Please... Let's just talk this through...”
• The bald man raised both of his arms and surrendered.
• Crash!
• “Phew...”
• The bald man fell to the ground after Nathaniel let him go. As soon as he hit the ground, he opened his mouth wide and gasped.
• As he turned to look at Nathaniel, there was fear and awe in his eyes.
• Nathaniel wasn't even afraid that the bald man would attack him again. He stretched out his hand and asked, “Did you bring your phone? Can I borrow it for a moment?”
• “My phone? Yes, I did!”
• The bald man quickly passed his phone to Nathaniel with both hands.
• “Meg, Mr. Tasward has woken up. Yes, I'm busy right now. I'll come over later.”
• After informing Megan, Nathaniel crushed the phone with his bare hand, as he did not want to cause the Tasward family any unnecessary trouble.
• Nathaniel then asked the bald man, “Oh, I almost forgot to ask. What's your name?”
• “My friends in the underworld call me Blacksteel,” answered the bald man, Blacksteel, with a forced smile.
• “The underworld? Are you a boss? Or are you working for someone else?” Nathaniel asked again.
• “I have a boss, and his name is Ronan. Cloud Brotherhood, the most powerful gang in Wildefield's underworld, was built by him,” Blacksteel answered truthfully as he dared not lie to Nathaniel.
• Over the years, he had encountered a lot of skilled fighters. However, Nathaniel was, without a doubt, the strongest fighter he had ever met.
• Nathaniel pondered for a moment before saying, “Oh, I see. Take me to him.”
• To avenge his parents and the sect, Nathaniel had to gather some force of his own that was at his beck and call. Recruiting people one after another was too slow, and the fastest way was to subdue a group that had already taken shape.
• Businessmen often used that method too—to get a profit without spending a cent.
• “A-All right, then!”
• Blacksteel nodded, as he knew that he didn't have the right to say no to Nathaniel.
• “Lead the way!”
• After the two of them got into the car, Nathaniel, who was sitting on the passenger seat, glanced at Blacksteel and asked indifferently, “Who sent you here?”
• “Um... Can I not tell you that? You aren't even injured, right?”
• After all, Brodie and Blacksteel were childhood friends. The latter didn't want to betray his buddy.
• “Never mind. I can already guess who it is,” said Nathaniel after a cold snort.
• This surely has something to do with Derek.
• However, Nathaniel wasn't at all concerned.
• Derek is a nuisance, but he can't cause me any substantial harm. That's why I must lay low. The murderers didn't even care about those ancient books and paintings in the secret room, which means that they are ridiculously powerful. If I didn't lay low and got their attention, I'll be dead. All I have to do now is to keep a low profile and secretly expand my power. When the time is right, I'll avenge Poison Sect!
• An hour later, in the most luxurious private room in Atlas Hotel, Nathaniel looked at Ronan, who had a swollen face, and uttered, “Do you remember what I said? Inform the public that you made Blacksteel let me go because we're from the same hometown.”
• “Yes, I understand!”
• Ronan nodded fervently.
• Are you kidding me? Me and my subordinates, who are all elite soldiers, fought him together and couldn't even leave a scratch on him! Even if I don't understand what he's talking about right now, I still have to figure it out! Not to mention he only wanted me to conceal his identity.
• After moments of silence, Nathaniel asked, “Oh, by the way, is there anyone more powerful than you in Wildefield?”
• Ronan quickly replied, “Yes. Everyone calls the man 'Mr. Draco.' He's a mysterious man who rarely shows himself. He doesn't have his own force, nor does he have a fixed territory. However, nobody dares to provoke him. Even if there is a conflict between gangs, a word from him can settle everything!”
• “Oh? Mr. Draco? He sounds strong! Okay then. That's it for now. If you have news about him, be sure to tell me. I'll come and visit him!”
• Nathaniel had already subdued Cloud Brotherhood that night. It would be unrealistic if he were to recruit another force instantly after.
• “Sure. I will always pay attention to news about Mr. Draco!”
• Ronan nodded.
• Right at that moment, a door knock sounded.
• Blacksteel pushed the door open while wearing a strange expression. “Mr. Ludlam, Boss, Derek is in the hall and he wishes to see you!”
• “You're dismissed!” Ronan waved his hand, gesturing at Blacksteel to leave.
• After Blacksteel had closed the door, Ronan turned to Nathaniel and asked respectfully, “Mr. Ludlam, how do you want me to take care of it?”
• After thinking, Nathaniel said playfully, “Oh, Mr. Derek? Just beat him up and throw him outside!”