Chapter 5 Beat Him To Death

"Damn it! You're an arrogant punk, aren't you?" Tommy cursed Noah as he approached him. "I'm going to dig up the grave of this bitch's grandfather. Let's see what you can do to stop me!"

Noah didn't utter a single word. Instead, he simply stared daggers at Tommy as murderous intent surged in his heart.

"You like digging up other people's graves, huh? Fine, then. Today, I'm going to break your hands!"

In a flash, Noah grabbed Tommy's right hand, which was holding the shovel.

"What? Ah!"

Tommy felt a crack in his wrist, and in an instant, he felt an excruciating pain that made him scream.

With a single squeeze, Noah broke Tommy's right hand.

"Ah! My hand!"

Tommy's wails of agony sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"You... How dare you! Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? You have offended me today. For that, you will die a painful death!" Tommy roared despite the pain flaring on his hand.

"You talk so much nonsense!" Noah spat. The next second, he threw a backhand slap at Tommy, hitting him across the face.

The force was enough to make Tommy's cheek swollen, with blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

As Tommy tasted the blood in his mouth, his rage further erupted.

"Damn it! All of you! Get him! Beat the hell out of this arrogant guy!" Tommy ordered hysterically while clutching his right cheek.

Like a pack of wolves, all the young men encircled Noah, leaving no gap for him to escape.

"Be careful!" Charlotte cried.

Her heart was pounding hard against her chest, while her face was contorted in worry.

Noah, on the other hand, seemed unbothered by it. "Don't worry. These guys can't do anything to me," he said with a confident smile. "These guys are weaklings!"

"Damn it! This punk is really full of himself!"

"Everyone, get him!"

"Beat him to death!"

Noah's arrogance further infuriated the young men. With gritted teeth, they all rushed to him together.

But in less than a minute, all the henchmen that Tommy had brought found themselves lying on the ground, writhing in pain.

The only one who remained standing was Noah. He was still in his original position, appearing to be unscathed from that attack.

He moved with so much agility that his strikes were imperceptible to the naked eye. Tommy couldn't even count how many punches Noah had thrown.

"How can this be?" Tommy cried, his mouth agape in shock after witnessing what had just happened.

Not a single one of the henchman he had brought managed to even lay a finger on Noah before being beaten to the ground.

He had brought nearly forty people to the cemetery today.

And yet, in less than a minute, all of them were defeated by Noah alone.

"D-Don't come any closer! Let me tell you! My family has shares in the management company that owns this cemetery!"

In a last ditch effort, Tommy threatened him, his voice shaking in fear as he felt Noah's murderous gaze directed at him.

"If you dare lay a hand on me, even if I don't dig the grave of Charlotte's grandfather today, I'll do it tomorrow! Or the day after! I can dig it up anytime I want!"

Hearing this, Charlotte's face turned pale. She grabbed Noah's arm and said, "Noah, let him go! Grandpa's grave is still here. We can't offend him too much!"

With this, Noah stopped in his tracks.

Seeing this, Tommy exhaled a sigh of relief.

"You've made the right decision, you punk!" Tommy said with triumphant smirk. "I advise you to apologize to me right now. If not, I'll dig up the grave of Charlotte's grandfather tomorrow!"

Noah narrowed his eyes at Tommy and snorted, "Apologize? In your dreams!"

Tommy gnashed his teeth.

At this moment, a car honk sounded from the distance.

After a while, a silver Mercedes pulled up at the cemetery's entrance.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged chubby man wearing a white shirt quickly emerged out of it.

He was none other than Kenneth Flynn, the chairman of the cemetery management company.

When Noah saw the bulldozer entering the cemetery, Noah had immediately sent a message to Hudson.

Upon receiving the message, Hudson notified the personnel of the cemetery management company to send someone over to deal with the situation.

As the president of the Bayhedge Chamber of Commerce, no one in Bayhedge dared to disrespect Hudson.

Doing so was the same as having a death wish.

When Kenneth received Hudson's message, he didn't even waste time to find a driver. Without second thought, he drove himself to the cemetery.

"Uncle Kenneth! Why are you here?"

Tommy's face lit in delight as soon as he saw Kenneth. In Tommy's eyes, Kenneth was like a beacon of hope who had come to rescue him from his ordeal. "You came just in time. There's..."

"Shut up, you bastard!" Kenneth yelled at Tommy and slapped him hard across the face.

The impact caused Tommy to stumble to the ground.

Clutching his cheek once again, a sense of panic arose in his eyes.

He couldn't understand why Kenneth had just slapped him.

"You damn scoundrel! Messing around with women is one thing, but who told you that you can cause trouble here?"

Kenneth was seething in anger. Despite the earlier slap that he had dished out, his rage was still burning.

He kept kicking Tommy's face until it was a bloody pulp.

"Who told you you can bring a bulldozer to dig up graves, huh? If you don't want to find yourself buried here today, you better get out of my sight!" Kenneth cursed, his face already red.

Despite the Fernandez family's shares in the cemetery, the major decision-making power still belonged to Kenneth. As such, he wouldn't indulge the whims of this brat.

"O-Okay! I'm leaving!" With legs trembling in fear, Tommy pushed himself up and fled the cemetery as fast as he could.

With Tommy gone, Kenneth turned and looked at Noah. Beads of cold sweat started forming on his forehead.

"I-I'm sorry, sir!" Kenneth apologized as he bowed down to Noah with utmost respect.

When Charlotte saw this, her eyes widened in astonishment.