Female Novel
Chapter 72 The Special Security
Blood drained from Milo's face after the beautiful women deserted him. He had never felt this alone and
scared. His legs suddenly felt wobbly and he sank to the floor the next second. He then looked at Farris
with horror in his eyes. "Farris, don't you dare lay a finger on me. If you dare do so, my uncle won't let
you go scot-free. He's more powerful than you. Let me go now so you won't incur his wrath!" he
commanded fearfully.
"Oh my God! I'm so scared! Your uncle is more powerful than me? Bah! Your uncle may be wealthy, but
there's someone whom he's inferior to. And that person is Mr. Warren. Dario is an ant compared to him.
Have you heard about what happened this morning? In one of the shops here, Fraser's mistress had
offended Mr. Warren. Fraser became defensive and rude. For this reason, he was mercilessly dealt
with. Mr. Warren handed over the Sky Group to me. Do you still think I'm inferior to your uncle?
Anyway, forget it. Talking to you reasonably is a waste of time and effort. Just wait and see. You will
find out whose toes you stepped on by the time your uncle arrives. I'll just beat you black and blue
before then!"
As soon as Farris finished speaking, he raised his hand and dealt a heavy blow to Milo. His body flew
in the air and then crashed to the floor with a thud.
"Ah!" Milo let out a hysterical scream and writhed in pain.
All the people present began to tremble uncontrollably after they heard Farris's last statement. It came
as a shock to them that Fraser, the eighth richest man in the city, was now a nobody just because of an
offense. The news was from a credible source, so they had no cause to doubt it.
Series of thoughts plagued Macie's mind as she continued to take care of Horace. 'What the fuck! Who
is this guy? We were classmates for three whole years, but he was nothing but a pauper. How come
he's now superior to rich people? How many of the rich men are his subordinates? Damn it! Horace is
really a good actor. He put on an act for that long, but no one ever suspected that he was wealthy!'
In the heat of the moment, the manager of the Cartier shop, Norene ran over with a group of shop
attendants. She pointed at Horace and commanded them, "Take good care of Mr. Warren!"
She then turned to Farris and apologized pitifully, "Mr. Rivera, I'm sorry for arriving late. If you need
anything else, please tell us. I had no idea that Mr. Warren would be badly injured here. I take
responsibility for what happened. If I had taken good care of him, all these wouldn't have happened."
Norene had witnessed how the seven richest people and Sea Pavilion's boss had greeted Horace on
their knees. She knew that he was an important figure. Now that he was lying unconscious in Laila's
arms, she was scared out of her wits. She didn't want to incur the wrath of the Warren family. It would
spell doom for the entire Sea Square.
"Come off it, Norene. None of this is your fault. The person who hurt Mr. Warren would pay for his
actions. All I want you to do now is to take good care of Mr. Warren."
With these words, he raised the stick in his hand and dealt another blow to Milo's body.
A loud cracking sound rang out. His whole body didn't fly in the air this time. His left arm was just
sunken due to the impact of the blow.
"Ah!" Milo shouted at the top of his voice. The pain was nothing like he had ever experienced. His
whole body dripped with sweat. It was obvious that he was suffering now.
More so, he couldn't move his left arm at all. It was already broken.
Farris took satisfaction in his cries and miserable state. He snorted and asked coldly, "Does it hurt? Oh
no! Don't be a crybaby. You know, it's only fair that I give you a taste of your own medicine. This is just
the beginning. One limb down, three more to go. Just brace yourself. All your limbs would be broken
today!"
This threat sent a cold shiver down Milo's spine. Now that he was staring at death in the face, his ego
immediately disappeared. He let out a fearful cry. "Mr. Rivera, I was very wrong. There's no justification
for my actions, but I have realized my mistakes. I'll bow to Mr. Warren and apologize. Please have
mercy on me. Remember to err is human, and to forgive is divine. Forgive me, please!" Milo begged
with tears in his eyes.
"Shut up! How dare you preach to me about forgiveness and even tell me what to do? Have you gone
mad? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Fury surged inside Farris. He hit Milo on his other arm. It broke instantly.
"Ah!" Milo screamed again. The sweat on his body increased. The tears rolling down his cheeks mixed
with the sweat. He looked nothing like the proud boy who was bragging just now.
"Mr. Rivera, no... Please... Please stop torturing me... I might die of the pain. I'm sorry, please have
mercy on me!" Milo stammered due to the pain.
"I should stop torturing you? Are you fucking dreaming? Your life is of no use to me. After all, you
insulted and beat up Mr. Warren. Even if you die ten thousand times, you would still not be able to
atone for your sins. You'd better get that into your thick skull. Just because of the little respect I have for
your uncle, I will only break your limbs for now. Don't fucking beg me!"
Another heavy blow came after Farris's curse. It landed on Milo's right leg.
Life in the ghetto had caused Farris to be involved in many fights since he was a child. He knew that
the human body was fragile. He also knew the exact amount of force to use in order to break certain
body parts. That was why it was easy for him to deal with Milo.
"Ah!" Milo had just reacted to the third blow when the fourth blow landed on his left leg.
The leg immediately broke with a cracking sound.
All four of his limbs were broken at this moment.
"Ah! Jesus!" Milo cried out and sobbed miserably.
"Attention! Guards of the Warren family surround the entire shopping mall now!" A powerful voice
suddenly came from the main entrance.
The loud thumping sound of heavy footsteps filled the air. These footsteps belonged to fierce-looking
young men. They all trooped inside in an orderly fashion.
"Oh my God! The army?" Macie's eyes widened as she stared at the group of men in bluish military
uniforms. They looked like real soldiers. The only difference was that they weren't bearing any arms.
Upon a closer look, she found out that their uniforms were different from the normal military uniforms.
"Men of the Blue Hawk special team, protect Mr. Warren!" With this command, another group of strong
young men with murderous looks marched toward Horace and created a human barricade around him.
A deafening silence filled the mall. The commander of the Blue Hawk walked to the center and said to
all the onlookers, "We are the special security personnel of the Warren family. Taking photos of us is
highly prohibited. Intelligence Team, check everyone's cell phones and delete all relevant information.
Nothing must get out!"
"Yes, sir!" More than twenty members of the first group that entered swung into action immediately.
They carefully checked the cell phones of everyone present.
If any of the photos got out, it would cause great trouble for the special security personnel of the
Warren family. It could fall into the hands of the enemies or even family members that had evil
intentions. The consequences would be very dire. For special security personnel's safety, all the
pictures had to be deleted.
During the search, the commander turned to the group behind him and commanded, "Isla Swain, come
out and treat Mr. Warren immediately!"
To the others, he uttered, "Control all the onlookers. Fish out any suspicious persons!"
"Yes, sir!" The female member of the Blue Hawk went straight to Horace without wasting time. She first
put two of her fingers on his wrist to check his pulse.
The other members of the Blue Hawk swung into action. It took them only a second to grab Milo and
his men. Even the beautiful women that had fled earlier were fished out from their hiding spots within a
short while. They were all dragged back to the scene. novelbin