Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 180 Younger Uncle of Hale Family: He’s a deity as well as a Shura (5 updates)

Chapter 180: 180 Younger Uncle of Hale Family: He’s a deity as well as a Shura (5 updates)

Liam Hugh was blindly squinted by the headlights...

At this very moment, the car suddenly accelerated, the wheels grinding against the ground at high speed, producing a piercing noise.

Heading straight for him!

Liam Hugh panicked and turned to run.

Meanwhile, Brock Hale, who was about to leave the room, was drawn by the noise to the window, squinting his eyes, "Who did you call over?"

"I didn’t call anyone."

This matter was related to the Hugh Family and the Hale Family’s secrets. He didn’t care about Liam Hugh, but he had to consider his grandmother and the others, so he didn’t inform anyone, including Zac Cruz and Kyle Lowe, about what was happening tonight.

"Then who’s driving the car downstairs?"

"This person seems..."

"Wants to run him over!"

William Hale frowned and walked over to the window, taking a sharp breath, "That car, it looks a bit like my uncle’s."

Brock Hale clenched his teeth, "Who told him?"

"Not me."

"He’s always been very close to your mother. He may seem calm, but if he goes mad, he could really lose all restraints," said Brock Hale as he hurried outside. "Not many people know about this affair; where on earth did this guy get wind of it?"

He could deal with him, there were ways.

But not like this.

The life of that scoundrel was already in ruins.

He couldn’t let his own brother get blood on his hands for his sake, to pay for it with his life.

----

Outside at this moment, when Liam Hugh realized the car was barreling toward him, he was so frightened that his heart trembled violently.

The car key he had barely managed to pull out dropped to the ground.

He ran blindly, turning his head and dashing away!

But how could he run faster than a car? Add to that the beating he received, draining his strength; after only a couple of steps, he realized the car was nearing. He instinctively turned his head, the blinding headlights making it impossible for him to open his eyes...

The car, like a savage beast!

Baring its fangs at him,

"Ah—" he couldn’t help but let out a piercing scream.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed on the ground.

His scream was accompanied by the screeching of brakes as the car stopped in front of him, the wheels already touching his legs.

Just one more step,

And they could crush his legs to pieces!

His mind went blank, and as the headlights turned off and the car window rolled down, Liam Hugh finally saw the person in the driver’s seat.

The man was wearing a neat, proper suit, one hand gripping the steering wheel, the other resting on the window.

A simple white shirt, the mountain wind howling, he looked at him sidelong, as if looking down on an ant, with a remote coldness and indifference, but the chill that spread as he knitted his brows and lowered his eyes...

Rushed in like a gust of wind.

Liam Hugh’s eyes suddenly widened, "Hale, Hale..."

"What? Don’t recognize me?"

Liam Hugh had seen him grow up, of course; he knew how cold his heart was.

"Weren’t you abroad?"

"That’s none of your business," he pointed to the empty parking area in the distance, "I’m giving you a chance to run now, and if you can’t escape..."

"I’ll pick a feng shui treasure spot for you."

The implication was:

He would kill him right here.

Honestly, in the entire Hale family, besides Brock Hale and his son, probably only the Younger Uncle of Hale Family had deeper feelings for his younger sister, or perhaps, even William Hale’s feelings for her didn’t match his.

After all, from the time he could remember, Eva Hugh had played a very heavy part in his life.

Liam Hugh was numb with fear.

Run!

He must run.

He scrambled to his feet, staggering off into the distance.

The car didn’t start moving, and Liam Hugh let out a sigh of relief.

He probably didn’t dare to actually kill him.

Just as he let his guard down, the tail lights suddenly lit up, and the sound of the engine starting, in the dead of night, sounded like a soul-fetching bugle. He ran blindly in panic.

And the man in the car, lazily adjusted the steering wheel, just following him at a slow and steady pace, not too far, not too close.

Like a cat with a mouse,

Rolling it in its mouth to play.

He could bite it to death in one bite whenever he wished.

This torment would be worse than just giving him a swift cut.

When Brock Hale arrived outside, he called out, "Younger brother!"

Liam Hugh, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly ran toward him, but unexpectedly, at that moment, the car suddenly sped up. His breathing was rapid and his limbs completely out of control, with his heart pounding too fast...

It felt like he was about to lose consciousness.

Nearing,

Getting closer and closer!

He couldn’t run anymore and took shelter directly behind his car, clinging tightly to the body, thinking he had found a safe cover.

Then there was a muffled crash.

The car had actually rammed straight into it!

William Hale had also stepped outside by this time and watched as his younger uncle’s car rammed into Liam Hugh’s car, creating a deep dent and violently shaking the vehicle.

The aftershock knocked Liam to the ground!

This kid was serious; he wasn’t just trying to scare him.

He really dared to hit him.

His heart thumped with fright, but he was so scared that he felt a warmth beneath him...

He had wet himself.

"Younger brother!" Brock was startled.

By this time, the man had already gotten out of the car and glanced at the incontinent Liam Hugh.

From his lofty position, he looked down upon all living things.

This was the man who, in the outsider’s view of the Hale Family:

Stood independent of the world, upright yet unyielding!

In everyone’s eyes, he was a celestial being. Under the moonlight, he was enveloped in a frosty aura, with the clear brightness of gods and the menacing air of a Shura come to take souls.

He looked down and eyed the man before him, "Does the feeling of death suit you?"

"You’re crazy!"

Liam Hugh had already suffered too many shocks tonight.

"The crazy one is you, I think you’re not quite mentally stable. A person like you isn’t suited for life on the outside, too dangerous. You should go to a specialized institution and receive proper psychological treatment."

His voice was slow and gentle, but the words he spoke were the sharpest blades in this world.

He meant:

Was he planning to lock him up in a mental hospital?

In that kind of place, even a normal person locked up would sooner or later be driven mad.

"You Hales are beyond the law!" Liam gnashed his teeth.

"I’m doing this for your good."

"If you don’t want to go, that’s fine..."

"I haven’t got much to do recently anyway, I could just follow you around, play a little game of cat and mouse with you."

Read between the lines:

Follow him, torment him, until he’s driven insane?

Do the Hales specialize in producing maniacs?

Liam Hugh was all too aware of his current situation. The Hale Family would definitely make his life a living hell; it was just a matter of how they would do it.

He sat down dejectedly on the ground, his eyes filled with desolation.

Brock too breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that his brother, in a fit of insanity, had gotten blood on his hands.

For such scum,

Not worth it!

----

Meanwhile, Old Lady Hugh was sitting in the car, having taken another Heart Relief Pill, but her chest was still heaving violently, unable to calm.

"Grandma, just now... I think I saw younger uncle’s car," Hannah Johnson frowned.

"Let him be."

She had completely given up on this son.

The Old House of the Hale Family was brightly lit at this moment, and the elder Hales had not slept. Everyone gathered in the main hall, with Wyatt Hale also present, not understanding the situation.

Until a phone call came in.

"Brock," the Old Sir Hale took a deep breath, "Is it clear now?"

"It’s indeed related to him."

"Beast!" Old Sir Hale, furious, slammed the table, leaping to his feet, startling Wyatt Hale, who was gaming, almost tossing his phone away, "Worse than pigs and dogs, they share the same mother, how could he bear to do it."

"Don’t worry, I will handle the matter."

"Keep an eye on William, don’t let him do anything excessive."

Old Sir Hale too was worried that, in a moment of desperation, his grandson might actually kill someone.

"William is fine, it’s just that..."

"Hmm?"

"The third son has returned."

"That unfilial son? Who notified him!"

"I don’t know."

Old Sir Hale glanced at the people in the living room, certain it wouldn’t be Zoe Bell because she didn’t even have the contact of this unfilial son of the house.

Unfilial son?

The only person who could make grandfather utter this word was the younger uncle.

Wyatt Hale gripped his phone; never before had he so wished to be treated as invisible by his grandfather.

It’s over, it’s over,

It shouldn’t have anything to do with him, right?

He had no idea what was to happen tonight; how could he possibly tip off the younger uncle?