Dexter was confused by the sudden slap. He was too shocked to react. Everyone else present was astounded as well. They had no idea what was happening. Didn’t Dante come to protect Dexter? Why would he slap his nephew as soon as he saw him?
“Uncle Dante, why did you slap me?” Dexter looked aggrieved as he held his burning cheek.
Out in public, he was the Chaos Demon. However, he was just a terrified mouse before Dante. After all, his uncle was the one who gave him everything he had today.
“Hmph! Don’t you have the faintest clue why I slapped you? How many fucking times have I told you? You can do whatever you want outside, be it picking a fight or finding faults.
“Whatever it is, the sky is practically your limit because you have the backing of the Fallon family! My only request is to never lose a fight!
“The Fallon family will not tolerate losers nor cowards! You’re a freaking Four-star Marshal, and you let a boy toy defeat you?
“You’re such an embarrassment to the Fallon family! Tell me, did you or did you not deserve that slap?” Dante was almost screaming at the end of his sentence.
“I-” Dexter was at a loss for words as he hung his head low in shame.
The Fallon family was a military family. They had been producing famous generals for generations. In the family, actions spoke louder than words.
The children of the Fallon family had to abide by an unwritten rule since young -they could be the worst in anything except for winning fights. If they ever lost one, they’d be punished at home.
“You’re fucking useless! When we go home, you’ll receive eighty lashes of the Fallon military whipping. After that, you’ll kneel in the courtyard for three days and three nights!” Dante yelled sternly.
“Yes, uncle.” Dexter lowered his head, not daring to challenge Dante’s decision.
Everyone in the banquet hall looked at each other with a strange expression upon seeing the enraged Dante. The Fallon family sure had an interesting way of educating their younger members.
In normal families, they’d always hem in the young and teach them to stay out of trouble. The Fallon family was the complete opposite. Instead of constraining the younger members, they encouraged them to pick fights.
The Fallons’ only request was they could never lose a fight and tarnish the family’s reputation. It was no wonder Dexter was titled the Chaos Demon. How could a normal person endure this weird educational philosophy?
“Who bullied my nephew earlier? Show yourself!” After teaching Dexter a lesson, Dante marched to the center as his sharp gaze swept across the room.
“It was him, Sir Dante! He hit Mr. Dexter!” Harper reacted quickly, pointing a finger at Dustin. She was trying to gain favor with Dante.
“Oh?” With narrowed eyes, Dante turned to look toward the direction she was pointing. However, when he finally laid eyes on Dustin, he was a little taken aback. This guy looked a little familiar.
“Sir Dante, all this was because of me. Please deal with me directly if you’re unhappy with anything.” Natasha walked forward and stood in front of Dustin.
Dante was an experienced general and a high-ranking one at that. His combat skills were impeccable. When compared to a rich playboy like Dexter, he was a hundred times stronger.
“This is between men. Women should stay out of it.” Dante looked at Dustin carefully and felt that he looked really familiar.
“Hey, you. What’s your name? What family are you from?” he asked inquisitively.
“He’s Dustin Rhys, and he’s a nobody,” Harper hurriedly explained. She’d never miss an opportunity to put Dustin down.
“Last name Rhys?” Dante’s eyelid twitched. He had an ominous feeling.
There wasn’t any big family in Oakvale that had “Rhys” as their last name. Even so, that didn’t mean that this last name was unimportant.
On the contrary, the last name “Rhys” was a presence above the four ancient houses. In fact, the Rhys could be in the same ranking as the royal family, the Linsors.
This was because the Prince of Theswe from West Lucozia, a very powerful and influential figure, was surnamed Rhys!
Generally, it wouldn’t matter too much. However, this guy looked too familiar and shared the same last name. It wasn’t his fault to overthink this.
“Hey, kid. Have we met before?” Dante asked with a hand on his chin.
