The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 127

At this moment, Selena looked as though she finally thought of something. She patted Fane on the shoulder from the back. "Wait. Stop!”

Fane immediately pulled the electric scooter to the side. "What's wrong?"

“Dan Jameson is an excellent fighter, yet he didn't even raise a fist against you. He apologized to you right away."

"And he actually told Mr. Meyer that you were someone that even Young Master Clark couldn’t provoke. Why? Who are you, exactly?"

Selena asked, her features twisted into a suspicious frown.

Fane gave a wry smile after he heard that. "I'm a vet; that's why. Dan fought me once before, though it wasn't so much of a fight. We got into an armwrestling competition. He lost and cut off his own finger because he knew his strength was nothing compared to mine. I have to admit that the fellow is a real man, though. Anyway, that's why Young Master Clark is afraid of me..."

Here, Fane paused for a bit before he continued," Think about it. Even the best fighter of the Clarks is n o match for me. Isn't it natural for Young Master Clark to fear me? Won't he be afraid that I'll just eliminate

him? I do have the power to do so!"

"Arm-wrestling?"

Selena wore a peculiar expression. She never thought that her husband would use such a method to prove his strength to another.

"Mm-hm! I simply left after he lost, too. I never expected that fellow to really cut his finger off. So the fact that I didn't kill that Meyer tonight is considered a merciful act to preserve his dignity!”

Fane bobbed his head as he spoke.

She pressed her lips. "All right. I'll hold you to that."

Here, she thought of something else. "But Grandpa’s 70th birthday is approaching," she said, frowning. "My mom's insistent on the present, too. We'll be in trouble if we can't fork out that amount of money. Besides, you've just started your job, and the soonest you'll get your salary is probably in a few days. Looks like we won’t make it in time for Grandpa's birthday."

"Don't worry, dear. It's not a problem if money can solve the issue!"

"What? All of you were beaten up?"

An old man stood up in a villa, a tuft of white hair crowning his head. He stared at the tattooed man before him. "Who is it? Who is it who dares to beat my men? Does he have a death wish?"