His Contractual Mistress

Chapter 522: Hello, Brother? (Two)

While his left arm reached for Vincent's neck, Samuel grabbed the wine bottle to smash Vincent with it.         

    

However, Vincent had a good reflex.     

Effortlessly, he moved to the side, not for Samuel to grab him. Instead, he caught his hand holding the bottle. He took this as an opportunity to grip Samuel on the arm and strike him using his palm.      

This style is primarily taught to the Imperial princes that are still passed down, even to the present.     

And because this martial art is from ancient times, the effect is different. Samuel flew ten meters away across the room and slammed into the wall.     

But he managed to land on his feet after being pushed hard.     

"Heh." Samuel lifted the corner of his mouth while he wiped the blood on his lips, ignoring the slight pain he felt on his spine. His eyes never left Vincent, who walked with light steps toward him and now did a pose, preparing for a duel against him. "So, it was still taught this martial art to our family."      

Vincent scoffed as he shot a dagger look at Samuel, muttering, "I don't have a family who is a murderer."     

"But aren't you?" Samuel mocked. "Are you washing your own hands?"      

Vincent grinned. "I believe I already delivered enough retribution. How about you? You'd continue to massacre innocent people in this life. That is why I will not show mercy this time."     

Listening to Vincent blabbing, Samuel laughed.      

"Hah! And when did you show mercy on me?" Then, Samuel stopped laughing but sneered, "The last time I recalled, you sent me away. Then assassinate me on the road!"     

Vincent's expression did not change. Instead, he countered him with sharp words. He said, "I regret I didn't execute you with my own hands in front of the citizens when I had a chance."     

Samuel snorted as he retorted vincent. He said, "Didn't you still do it? Although you execute the plan secretly so that people would see you as a compassionate brother and emperor. Tsk."     

"I did not—" Vincent affirmed nonchalantly. He took a long breath and added, "But the past is no longer important. I don't see the need to explain myself to you—why I sent you away."     

Samuel clenched his jaw. Vincent is always playing righteous.      

Clenching both of his hands into a ball, Samuel tightens his fists. He took a big step before he swung his body, threw a punch, and lifted his left foot to kick Vincent, but he fended himself with his left arm.     

Vincent did not disappoint him. He returned a punch, but Samuel dodged it by tilting his head to the side. Immediately, he countered Vincent's punch with a kick. But Vincent leaned on his back to avoid his leg.     

Vincent took three steps until he was positioned behind Samuel. He flung his right leg to return a kick, and Samuel was knocked on the head.     

Samuel landed on the console table. The expensive decorations fell and scattered to the floor.     

While Samuel fought against Vincent, his men patiently waited for a perfect chance to attack the knights and Jacob's men.     

Itching to join the fight, one slowly reached his gun onto the back of his hips, but before he could touch the cold firearm handle, someone shot at his palm, causing him to cry out loud.     

With the gunshot, both Samuel and Vincent stop moving and cast a glance at the person's direction who fired the gun.      

Samuel sneered after he recognized the man who shot one of his men. He criticized, "Huh. So that's it! You brought back a loyal dog."     

John, hiding behind the other men, immediately took out his gun when he noticed someone trying to pull a weapon sneakily.     

Now hearing Samuel's remarks, John peered at the man he shot, tilted his head to the side, and cast a sidelong glance at Samuel.         

    

With a mocking smile, he corrected Samuel. "It's a happy, loyal dog."     

Samuel smiled at John with disdain. He actually plans to set him up so that his master gets rid of him. However, it turned out that he was the one set up by John instead.     

"I would have made sure to kill Carmen." Samuel laughed, arousing John's calmness in the situation. He knew very well that John loathed him because of what he did to Carmen.     

As someone paying attention to John, he keeps him on his watch.     

After John broke up with Carmen, he stopped getting involved with Ivy, making him suspicious. Thus, he keeps testing him. And John sure is cautious not to get caught, and his action could convince him to believe he is on their side.     

But he was actually associated with Vincent all this time.     

Samuel sneered in his heart. He was determined to remove John from the picture. After he deals with Vincent, he'll kill him next.      

With this thought, Samuel mustered more strength to fight Vincent with the same vitality.     

In the following minutes, he and Vincent throw punches and kick each other. But in the end, Vincent does not show mercy as he promised earlier.     

After Samuel landed on the furniture, the corner of Vincent's eyes caught a silhouette of a spear hanging on the wall as decoration.     

Samuel fell to the floor. The truth prevails that his strength is not a match for Vincent. His face was swollen, and he could taste blood in his mouth. He looked up and saw that Vincent did not waver, and he had no plan to stop.     

Thus, he tried to gather his strength to get up. But Vincent kicked him in the stomach.     

Vincent is not satisfied. He reached for the spear and thrust the blade into his knee, causing him to cry in pain. He could feel that the blade had cut off his joints.     

"Vincent Shen!" Samuel's eyes burned with rage. But Vincent did not flinch when he twisted the spear that remained buried in his knee.     

After Vincent rotated the blade in the spear, Samuel felt his knee separate from his leg, breaking his bones. "Ahhhh!"      

Samuel screamed as the pain was unbearable, like cutting him into pieces. It was apparent that Vincent was torturing him.      

Meanwhile, John and all the men in that room swallowed hard from watching Vincent beating up Samuel—even his men were helpless to see him beaten.      

Each of them lowered their gaze to the floor when Vincent pulled out the spear and thrust the blade on Samuel's other knee.