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Chapter 87: Let me kill you, you are not worthy!

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Let me kill you, you are not worthy!

They arranged to meet at that bar they often visited in Y Country, and there Neal Galan met the girlfriend Oliver Nash had mentioned.

There, the three of them chatted about many things, and Neal finally let go of his apprehensions.

After all, being told by his brother of so many years that he liked him was akin to wanting to sleep with him, a topic that Neal simply couldn’t accept.

Now, the truth was clear: Oliver had just played a very excessive prank, and naturally, everyone was happy.

The three raised their glasses in celebration.

But what Neal hadn’t expected was that Oliver had drugged his drink with a special sedative.

After finishing his drink, Neal immediately passed out, completely unaware of his surroundings.

Oliver swiftly sent away the woman he had temporarily called to play his girlfriend and took Neal to a hotel to inject him with another drug, one potent enough to make one lose their senses...

That night, Oliver finally realized his long-held admiration and possessiveness for Neal.

The next day, when Neal woke up, he saw the marks all over his body.

And the man beside him, both of them were naked and intertwined.

Everything that shouldn’t have happened had happened, and everything had settled down completely.

Neal was infuriated, and with one kick, he sent Oliver flying off the bed.

Oliver was kicked far away and then heavily landed on the ground.

Neal stood up, resembling an Asura emerging from hell, his entire being filled with a murderous aura.

His eyes were blood-red, and he grabbed Oliver off the ground, "Oliver, you’re seeking death! How dare you!"

Blood dripped from Oliver’s mouth, his blurred eyes looking at Neal, "Alston, I..."

Bam! A heavy punch landed harshly on Oliver’s mouth, "Shut your mouth, you have no right to call my name!"

"Alston..."

Bam bam bam! Punch after punch brutally fell on Oliver’s face, "I told you, don’t call my name!"

Under the relentless punches, Oliver spat blood, and his face was swollen and bruised.

Yet he showed no sign of regret, his fervent eyes lingering on Neal, "I, I don’t regret it! Alston, I don’t regret it one bit!"

Bam! Neal delivered a flying kick, once again sending Oliver sprawling.

Because Neal, as the successor of Heavenly Rule, had trained in martial arts since his youth.

Oliver’s body collided heavily with the wall, breaking several ribs directly.

Poof! Another mouthful of blood spewed out, Oliver struggled to get up from the ground.

Neal approached, kicking Oliver back to the ground.

He looked down at Oliver, radiating a chilling murderous aura, "Oliver, you make me sick!"

At that moment, Neal truly wanted to kill Oliver.

Neal used all his strength to beat Oliver, punches like raindrops mercilessly fell on Oliver, venting his overwhelming rage.

Oliver was soon beaten to the point where he could no longer rise.

He lay on the ground, drenched in blood, several ribs already broken.

"Alston, have you had enough of beating me? Even if you kill me, it’s worth it!"

Oliver lay there in a miserable state, his swollen eyes still fixed on Neal.

"Kill you? Ha, you’re not worthy!" Neal scoffed coldly, dragged Oliver from the ground, and threw him away, "Get lost! Get the hell away from me, and never appear in my sight again!"

...

A month later, Oliver was discharged from the hospital after his severe injuries.

He had nearly been beaten to death by Neal.

If it weren’t for their brotherly bond, Oliver thought Neal would certainly have killed him.

Oliver stayed in the hospital for a whole month, during which Neal never once visited him.

Not only that, Oliver completely lost Neal.

Neal severed all ways Oliver could contact him and destroyed all their strongholds...

Neal’s ruthlessness truly hurt Oliver.

After being discharged, Oliver received orders to leave Y Country.

Oliver decided to leave, hoping that he might forget Neal.

On the night before his departure, he took out the video he had recorded that night.

In the private booth of a bar, Oliver drank cup after cup, watching the person in the video again and again.

Gradually, as the video played, Oliver felt a surge of impulse.

Oliver called for a male escort, watching the video, imagining the person before him was that man...

That night, Oliver drunkenly stayed at the bar.

When Oliver woke up, outside there was already an uproar.

It turned out the male escort had secretly recorded the video Oliver had made for reminiscing while he was drunk and released it. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

Still hungover, Oliver hadn’t left the booth before he was caught by David Galan’s men, who confiscated his phone.

That day, Y Country was shrouded in heavy clouds, the sky was dark, pressing down on people’s chests.

Strong winds swept through, and a storm was brewing.

Oliver was taken to the Galan Estate and brought before David.

David sat in the main seat, sharply shouting, "Kneel!"

Oliver raised his eyes to meet David’s gaze, his voice gentle but his aura unwavering.

"Why should I kneel? And why should I kneel to you? You are the one who killed my father!"

Bam! David kicked over the table and chairs in front of him.

"You scoundrel! Just as expected from Charles Nash’s teachings! How dare you commit such disgraceful acts! Even if I don’t acknowledge you, you, wretched child, should never do such vile things to your own brother!"

Watching David’s unceasing roar, Oliver was filled with confusion.

Based on his understanding of Neal, Neal would never divulge such matters.

So, how did David find out?

David approached and sternly threw Oliver’s phone at his face.

With murderous eyes, he stared intently at Oliver, "Where’s the original video? Are there any more videos like that? Hand them all over and destroy them!"

Video?

Oliver was unbelievably shocked, looking at David in disbelief, "What video?"

He let David’s men take his phone because he felt confident that no one could see what he didn’t want them to see.

But David seemed to know something?!

"Hmph! What kind of video could it be?" David’s piercing gaze fixed on Oliver, "That filthy act you committed with your own brother?!"

Oliver widened his eyes in shock, "How, how do you know?"

Even Alston didn’t know about the video he had recorded, so how did David find out?

"Ha, what have you done in the booth last night? Huh?" David questioned coldly.

Oliver: "..."