Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)
Chapter 156

Chapter 156 You Came On Your Own To Be My Punching Bag

Watching her retreating figure made Kenneth feel suffocated.

He understood what he did was outrageous, and it would take a long time before she would forgive him.

But why can't she give me a chance?

Why... Why do you have feelings for Zachary?

Rage flowed through him like lava, and he was about to blow his top at any minute.

The next second, he balled his fist and slammed it on the steering wheel.

Beep! Beep!

The piercing sound of his car honk reverberated through the residential area.

Natasha, who was in the elevator, heard the incessant and loud honking, her heart throttling in response.

At night, the bar was full of people.

In the middle of the dance floor, men and women seductively moved their bodies in what appeared to be a desperate attempt to vent their daily stresses and dissatisfaction.

Kenneth, however, could hardly fit in. He sat at the bar table, and before him were numerous glasses of alcohol. One shot after the other, he kept chucking down the drinks without any restraint.

His phone wouldn't stop ringing, but Kenneth ignored it entirely. From the look of it, he had no intention of answering the calls.

His presence attracted many women who wanted to shoot their shots.

Expectedly, one would assume that Kenneth had a certain level of wealth, judging from how he looked and the way he dressed.

At the same time, there was a woman who stood in a corner and observed Kenneth for quite some time, thinking to herself that Kenneth's handsome face was rewarding enough for her to spend the night with him, irrespective of whether he was rich. The thought of it excited her, and she adjusted her dress to show more of her skin. Afterward, she walked toward him seductively.

"Hello, handsome. Are you alone?" She flirtatiously approached him. Even under the dim lights, her thick make-up managed to make her face glimmer sensuously.

Kenneth ignored her and didn't even lift his gaze to look at her.

The woman was not willing to give up. She inched closer toward him, and her slender hands started gliding across his shoulder intimately. "What's wrong? Are you not happy? Do you need my company, or are you more interested in something else?"

This time, Kenneth looked up and stared at her hand. His stare was glacial, and it sent chills down her spine.

"F*ck off," he replied coldly.

The woman was taken aback. "B*stard! Who do you think you are? Wait here. I'll teach you a lesson." After finishing her sentence, the woman turned around and stormed off.

Kenneth seemed unfazed and continued drinking.

After some time, the woman came back accompanied by a buff, brawny man with tattoos all over his body. He looked tall and brutal, seemingly ready to pick a fight. The woman leaned on his chest in a kittenish manner. "Dear, he acted indecently toward me. Please teach him a lesson!"

"He sure has the audacity to do so! I'll make sure he never walks again," the tattooed man threatened. He lifted his hand and five sturdy, ripped men appeared out of nowhere. They started approaching Kenneth.

Even when danger was approaching, Kenneth appeared to be unbothered as he continued drinking his alcohol.

The tattooed man walked toward Kenneth and started sizing the latter up. Then, he toppled the glass held in Kenneth's hand. "You're the one who bullied my girlfriend?"

Staring at the spilled alcohol, Kenneth blinked his eyes slowly. Though his composure remained unchanged, the stare in his eyes turned even deadlier.

"Although I don't know who your girlfriend is, I'll give you a chance to apologize. If you refuse, I'll teach you a lesson." Kenneth chuckled coldly.

The tattooed man burst into laughter. "Apologize? Am I hearing this right? Do you know who I am? I'm the boss here! I'll let you live if I feel like it, and I can kill you if I want to."

"Is that so?"

Then, Kenneth stood up and started to take off his jacket slowly.

Seeing that, the tattooed man chuckled lightly as he mocked, "What? Do you want to fight?"

"Coincidently, my mood's really bad today," Kenneth replied. He looked at the tattooed man and shifted his gaze to the men behind him. "How do you want to do this? One at a time? Or do all of you want to come at me at the same time?"

Being provoked by Kenneth publicly, the tattooed man started to feel the burn on his cheeks. Refusing to be humiliated, he walked forward and placed his arm on Kenneth's shoulder. "Let me tell you this. Don't try to be boastful here in my territory. Do you believe that I can kill you singlehandedly- Ouch!"

His supposedly menacing threats quickly turned into shrieking cries. With that, the tattooed man leaned his body downward in excruciating pain.

Kenneth held the man's hand forcefully and twisted it. His stare was gloomy and dark. "Tonight, it was you who came on your own to be my punching bag! I shall oblige!"

"Argh!" The tattooed man screamed, "B*stard! Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"Let go of you?" Kenneth scoffed.

Soon enough, a loud cracking sound could be heard. Kenneth broke the tattooed man's arm, causing the latter to let out an ear-piercing shriek that reverberated throughout the entire bar.

Kenneth then let him go, and the tattooed man crippled onto the floor. Behind the latter, someone yelled, "Go! Beat that f*cker up! Kill him!"

The five men behind him stared at Kenneth, who was then adjusting his sleeves with finesse.

"What are you waiting for?" the tattooed man screamed. "Who manages to kill him will get the right to manage the entire street!" Evidently, he was utterly enraged.

Hearing that, the five men, blinded by fame and fortune, dashed toward Kenneth.

A commotion ensued, and the sound of glasses breaking echoed throughout the bar.

Everyone else paled and hid far away from the scene.

It was a bad day for Kenneth, and after the effects of alcohol, he was quick to warm up and started throwing heavy punches without any reservation.

I can finally have some fun!

Bang!

Kenneth brought one down to his knees.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

After a series of punches and kicks, the group of men failed to even lay a finger on Kenneth.

Shortly after, all of them were subdued by Kenneth, and they were wailing miserably on the floor.

Kenneth sneered. "Is that all you got? Is there anything else? I'm not even warmed up!"

The tattooed man anxiously took out his phone. "Summon everyone here to the bar. Someone's causing a scene here!" He hung up right after.

Amused by his statement, Kenneth's lips contorted into a snicker.

Very soon, more than twenty men swarmed the place, and Kenneth was surrounded by them in a circle.

The tattooed man stood up and pointed his finger toward Kenneth. "I want you to apologize now, and I may consider letting you live. Or else, you'll not walk out of here alive today." Kenneth stared back at him. "It's better if you can call more of your men. There are not enough punching bags for me!"

The tattooed man was enraged. "All right, you asked for it!" He looked toward the group of men. "Confront him together! Kill him! Don't show any mercy!"

They coherently walked toward Kenneth.

Under the dim lights, one could see the eerie glint in his eyes.

Chaos soon erupted in the bar.

Meanwhile, in a corner upstairs, a mysterious figure was surreptitiously recording the entire episode with his phone.