Hank stared at the young man before him, stunned at first, then laughed as though he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He looked Hughie up and down, his eyes full of mockery. "You're going to sue me? Kid, how old are you?"
Hughie frowned. "Twenty-nine."
Hank scoffed and shook his head. "Twenty-nine years, all wasted. An adult knows when to shut up."
Hughie drew his neck back. Hank reached out and lightly patted his face. It was not hard, but it was unmistakably a blatant humiliation.
Hughie's fists instantly clenched, and he gritted his teeth.
Helplessness completely drowned out his anger. He wanted badly to fight back, but reason told him that if he tried, the two burly men behind Hank could put him down in a second.
It would only make things worse. What could an ordinary convenience store employee do against someone like Hank?
Hank stared at Hughie and, seeing that he did not dare fight back, actually looked a little disappointed.
"I've changed my mind. I'll pay five thousand dollars for this convenience store's fixtures today." Hank straightened his collar.
The fat owner looked as though he had been struck by lightning. "Oh no, wh... why? I don't want to sell, and why does your price keep getting lower?"
Hank gave a cold laugh and pointed at Hughie. "This idiot just gave me an idea. He said he'd sue me. Hahaha! What have you got to sue me with?"
"You can try calling the police. Vought has been handling security on this street for ages, and my cousin is a major shareholder in Vought. Or you could try hiring a lawyer, though I'm curious-can you afford one?"
Hank's gaze was contemptuous.
These two were clearly honest people with no connections, so he might as