The Rise of David
Copyright© 2025 by RichXpower
Chapter 58: Violent Apologie
A white off-road vehicle pulled up before the entrance to an abandoned factory in the west country of Horington.
David alighted from the vehicle, exuding a deadly aura.
Leyton uttered, “He’s here!” David’s lonesome arrival fueled both his excitement and his nerves.
He asked Tyrion, “David is pretty strong, Mr. Whitaker. Are you sure your guards can defeat him?”
The guards overheard Leyton, and their expressions chilled. One of them swung his fist at a massive cement block beside him, sending cement shrapnels flying across the room and exposing its steel frame.
Leyton was stunned silent.
Tyrion said scornfully, “These men are the best of the best in the art of internal energy. They can easily kill an ox with a punch. Do you think they’d struggle over a mere human?”
“O-Of course not!” Leyton nodded eagerly.
“If they somehow fail to subdue David, there’s still me!” With that, Tyrion whipped out a handgun from his pocket.
He reloaded the handgun in front of Leyton and mused, “David may be good, but not even he can dodge a bullet.”
Leyton boomed, “Haha, David’s dead meat! No one’s going to save him now!”
The handgun went miles in soothing Leyton’s anxiety. After all, David’s bare fists were no match for a fatal gunshot.
Josephine eavesdropped on their conversation, panic rising in her chest when she realized that Tyrion had a gun. I can’t allow David to risk his life for me. Dear God, I can’t bear to watch him die! How can I warn him when I’m locked up in this?
David had begun approaching the abandoned factory. His spiritual energy traveled across the space, allowing him to sense everything in a ten-meter radius.
He saw two buff men standing guard at the entrance. Their massive builds implied that they were skilled fighters.
Leyton was sitting in a chair, his legs crossed leisurely. He was staring at David derisively, his contempt for the latter loud and clear.
In his eyes, David was a man destined for the gallows.
“I can’t believe you dared to show up alone, David. I’m impressed by your foolish dignity!” Leyton jeered as he got to his feet.
David replied calmly, “Cut the crap. Where’s Josephine?”
Josephine recognized David’s voice and yelled, “I’m here, David. Run! They have a gun!” She banged on the door with all her might.
David heard her muffled pleas coming from one of the rooms and ran toward it.
The two bodyguards immediately approached him menacingly and blocked his advance.
The room door was opened from the inside, and Tyrion roughly shoved Josephine out, a gun in his hand.
She looked disheveled and mistreated, given her matted hair and grimy face.
When she saw David, she shrieked, “Leave me, David! They wouldn’t dare to kill me. Save yourself! Go!”
“Shut up!” Tyrion bellowed, silencing her with a hard slap.
David’s deadly aura swelled and filled the room, causing Tyrion to shudder.
Tyrion quickly pointed the barrel of his gun at Josephine’s head.
He threatened, “If you take one more step, I’ll shoot her right now!”
Fear began to tinge his gaze.
Leyton, however, was not done with ridiculing David. He mocked, “Don’t even think about leaving this place alive now that you’re here, David. You think you’re untouchable because you know Tommy Lewis and Walter Grange? How dare you intimidate me just because you have some fearsome acquaintances!
Well, none of them can save you now!”
Leyton’s indignance and fury ballooned when he was reminded of his meek behavior toward David in the past. He strode toward his nemesis and raised his hand to slap him.
David’s hand darted out and seized Leyton’s wrist in a death grip. He uttered coldly, “I don’t need to rely on anyone other than myself to intimidate you.”
Snap!
David broke Leyton’s arm as though it was a twig, and the latter screamed in anguish.
His agonized wails echoed throughout the factory.
David kicked Leyton in the stomach, and Leyton spat out a mouthful of blood. The force sent him flying like a rag doll, and he immediately curled into himself as he landed on the ground.
“Y-You!” Leyton sputtered painfully and glared at David.
“I’ve given you a second chance, yet you dumbly chose to waste it,” David commented and strode toward the cowering Leyton.
“Kill him! Kill him!”
Leyton wailed, panicking at the sight of David’s ruthless advance.
The two bodyguards looked at Tyrion and awaited his orders.
Tyrion nodded and commanded, “Kill him.”
The bodyguards exchanged a glance before charging at David, who continued striding toward Leyton, unperturbed.
The bodyguards were almost in front of him when David’s hands shot out, seizing the men by their necks.
The massive men were lifted into the air by their necks.
“Argh!” Their faces turned red as they flailed around, struggling to breathe.
Crack! Crack!
Their struggling forms stilled instantly, the sounds of crunching bones a sure and chilling sign of their demise.
Thud!
David loosened his hold on their necks, and the lifeless bodies landed heavily on the ground, stirring up layers of dust.
Leyton and Tyrion were shocked into silence.
How could David fell two masters of internal energy in the blink of an eye?
Tyrion’s hand began shaking uncontrollably. His confidence was rapidly waning despite the gun in his hand.
Leyton was still struggling in pain. He crawled toward Tyrion and begged, “Mr. Whitaker, use your gun! Quick! Kill him!”
Tyrion snapped out of his thoughts and cocked his gun at David.
“David! Be careful!” Josephine shouted in warning before biting Tyrion’s forearm with all her might.
“Argh!” Surprised by her attack, Tyrion shoved her aside.
Josephine immediately ran toward David, and Tyrion fired his gun at Josephine instead, a crazed expression on his face.
David’s gaze hardened as he heard the gunshot. He was at Josephine’s side in an instant, bodily shielding her.
The bullet whizzed past David’s head, and Josephine shuddered at the close call.
Tyrion was unnerved by the missed shot. He quickly fired two more shots in succession.
Bang! Bang!
To Tyrion’s horror, David continued walking calmly toward him, unharmed.
“F*ck! What’s wrong with this gun?” Tyrion cursed before gripping his gun with both hands.
He calmed his nerves before taking aim at David.
The bullet missed its target once more.
Tyrion was frantic with worry. The bullets seemed to have grown eyes of their own as they avoided David at all costs.
He pulled the trigger again, only to realize that he had run out of bullets.
Tyrion hastily threw his gun at David and turned to run off.
His escape was halted by Leyton, who clung to Tyrion’s leg like a limpet and whined, “Save me, Mr. Whitaker. Don’t leave me here!”
Tyrion could only focus on saving himself. He tried to shrug Leyton off and snarled, “Let go of me, f*cker! Let go!”
Leyton merely tightened his hold on Tyrion’s leg; Tyrion was his only shot at making it out alive.
Just then, David had reached them and grabbed Tyrion’s shirt collar.
Tyrion shook like a leaf.
“W-What are you doing? I’m a Whitaker! My dad will make you pay if you hurt me!”
Slap!
David slapped Tyrion so hard that the latter spun several times. He also lost all of his teeth.
“This slap is for Josephine!” David gritted out before punching Tyrion in the stomach, causing him to release a tortured scream and double over in pain.
Tyrion and Leyton made quite the pair. They hunched over in extreme pain at the mercy of David.
David glared at the two before placing a foot on Leyton’s head.
Leyton immediately begged for his life.
“I-I was wrong, David! Please forgive me! Forgive me! I swear I’ll never give you trouble again! I’ll give you our family’s entire wealth as long as you spare my life!”
Coldly, David replied, “I’ve spared you once, but you didn’t appreciate it...”
He mercilessly stomped his foot.
Leyton died a gruesome and painful death, his blood splattering around him, dousing a terrified Tyrion.
Tyrion screamed in horror. He had never seen a person die before his eyes.
A frightened Josephine covered her mouth to stop herself from shrieking. David had never killed someone in front of her until today, and in such a gruesome manner, no less. Still, she knew that he had acted violently to protect her, and she did not cower in fear despite sensing his murderous intent.