Heart Hunting

Chapter 112 Teach Your Son

Rainbow Bar

Mark Sanches wore fancy suit with two buttons on the chest unbuttoned. He was sitting on the couch,

chatting and drinking with his group of fair-weather friends.

He was the eldest grandson of the Sanches family, but he was just like his father, who only knew how

to spend his days indulging in alcohol, a typical second-gengeration rich playboy.

"Mark, look over there!"

One of his friends said.

Mark followed his gaze to the bar counter, "Huh, that girl is so pretty!"

He got horny and grabbed a woman's tits next to him.

"Mark, are you interested in picking her up?"

Another friend asked.

"That girl?"Mark asked

Makr narrowed his evil eye, "That seems fun."

"Bring her here for a drink. I believe you can do that with your charm!"

"Right. Mark is adept at picking up girls among us."

......

Encouraged by his friends, he stood up, tidying up his clothes, and said to his friends.

"Wait for my good news."

"Go ahead, Mark!"

"Mark, we're watching you!"

Mark took a glass of wine with him and headed over to the bar counter.

He sat down next to the pretty girl daringly, whistling, and said, "What's your name, beauty?"

The pretty girl raised the corner of her lips, “Whoever."

Hearing the beauty’s response, he felt he might have a chance. He moved closer to her, then turned

his head to his friends and gave them a wink. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Miss Whotever?"

Mark raised his eyebrows.

The beauty smiled, just drinking quietly.

His eyes seemed to be flowing with a twinkle in them, “Whoever you can be?"

He even drifted closer, leaning against the tabletop to seduce the beauty with his gaze.

The beauty finished her glass of wine and looked at him in an earnest way, "Let me give you a piece of

advice, which is ‘go away!’"

"What do you mean by that, Miss Whoeveer?"

He ignored her advice, putting his hand on her shoulder.

The beauty frowned and sneered.

"I'm not someone you can play with."

"Such a big piece of advice?"Mark said

He tidied up his collar, "Among the women I have met, there's no one I can't afford to play with."

He forced the beautiful woman into his arms and tried to force a kiss, but a man stopped him with his

hand.

Mark looked up and saw the man who stopped him was a tall, beefy man with a large snake tattoo on

his arm, and behind him were a few of his men.

But Mark, who had lots of guts, wasn't afraid at all and pushed the beefy man’s hand away, and yelled

at him with arrogance.

“Who are you? Dare to get in the way of me picking up girl?”

The beauty was shocked to see her boyfriend coming, and immediately got rid of Mark’s hug and hid in

the beefy man’s arms, saying innocently to his boyfried, “Wolfy, as you just see, it wasn't me who tried

to seduce him."

That beefy man, called Wolfy, tapped the beauty on the shoulder and told her to step aside before he

could gave a punch on Mark's face. "Ah!"

Mark didn't see that coming and could only get beaten up without any protection.

Enraged, he directly grabbed a beer bottle and hit Wolfy on the head. The bottle shattered into pieces.

After Wolfy's forehead was suddenly brokend, his man standing behind him couldn't help stepping

forward to Mark and held both of his arms, flinging him aside.

"Ah ......"

He grunted and was thrown right to the ground.

Wolfy looked fierce, his eyes glinting with rage, and he pointed at Mark on the ground and said to his

men, "Beat him up."

One of Wolfy’s men quickly grabbed some tissues and wipped his head. Luckily his head was hard

enough, so Mark’s hitting only cause a small cut , but the blood kept flowing out from the cut.

The Wolfy’s men rubbed their fists and stepped forward to kick Mark directly on his belly, causing him

to curl up his waist.

"You broke my head. I assure you dickhead won't get out of here alive today,"

Wolfy's eyes showed ruthlessness, "You even dare to seduce my girl. Beat him to death!"

Wolfy’s men hit Mark hard. The pain made him curl up into a shrimp and yelled in pain.

Not far away, two of Mark’s friends who had just encouraged him to go over, saw him, and one of them

stood up with concerns, "What should we do now?"

The other one shook his head in panic, "There must be something wrong. If he tells on us, we're all

going to get our asses kicked. Let's get out of here!"

The two men hurried to flee away.

Louder screams could be heard from Mark, disturbing surrounding people. The waiters saw the

situation and immediately contacted the manager, who knew it was not easy to deal with Wolfy; so the

manager call the police.

Interrogation Room

Mark, who was beaten up and bruised, still sat there arrogantly, uncooperative in the interrogation.

The policeman almost got impatience with Mark, "Again, why did you hit him?"

"I hit him because I don't like him , what's wrong with that."Mark said

Mark leant back, "His man beat me up like this, I haven't even revenged myself on him yet!"

"Wolfy said it was you who broke his head first. That’s why he hit you."

The cop said.

"That's only his version of the story, and my version would be that he slapped me so I broke his head

with a beer bottle."

Mark tapped on the desktop, "Officers, let me ask you; is it wrong to pick up girls?

I did hit a man but I didn't kill anyone. Why am I here?"

The policeman who were writing down Mark’s statement already got impatient with Mark, "Mr. Mark, if

you still refuse to cooperate with us, we'll lock you up for obstructing the police."

"Yoo-hoo!"

Mark laughed oddly, "You guys can abuse rights for your own ends, right?"

“Tap. Tap. Tap.”

Mark clapped his hands, "Fabulous. That’s fabulous!"

The interrogating policeman was patient enough and persuaded his colleague to sit down, and then

said to Mark.

"Mr. Mark, if you still ......"

Knock, knock, knock!

The interrogation have been interrupted. A third policeman who just came in glanced at Mark, and

whispered to the other two policemen, the look of the policeman who took the statement changed. He

seemed to be unconvinced for the release of Mark, but he can’t do anything about that, since Mark had

powerful connections.

"Mr. Mark, you can go now."

One of the policeman told him coldly.

Mark knew this ending; he stood up smugly and shrugged his shoulders. "See, I told you guys not to

waste your time interrogating me. I'm getting out of here."

He was led out of the interrogation room by the third policeman under the hatred look of the other two

policemen.

Mark was standing in the office lobby, surrounded by an air of coldness within a few meters.

Mark still has an aura of arrogance around him until he saw that the person who came to bail him was

Karlos. He suddenly became wimpish, slouching and not daring to look at him.

"Mr. Sanches , you can go now."

After paying the compensation, the police officer told them they could leave.

Mark became so wimpish that he dared not to say a word. He left the police station following Karlos

and then got in the car. They were going home.

But Karlos didn't do anyting to Mark yet.

Mark couldn't help wondering, Uncle Karlos wasn't angry?

It's unusual!

Mark didn't dare to speak and just waited to see what would happen.

As he thought it would be, Karlos didn't say a single word all the way home. Their car passed through

the engraved gates, got back to the garage and stopped steadily.

When Karlos got out of the car, Mark thought nothing was going to happen to him. But Karlos closed

the car door, strode over to Mark and slapped Mark on the face.

"Ah--"

Mark grunted in pain, blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth on the spot.

Karlos grabbed Mark’s collar and kept punching him on the face without the intention to stop. Karlos’

face darkened. He looked horrified, but still kept silent.

Mark, who was beaten miserably before, couldn't stand Karlos’s punching at all. He begged for mercy,

"Uncle Karlos, I knew I was wrong; please stop beating me."

"Spender. You just wouldn’t change a bit after all that lessons you have been taught."

"Ah ...... it hurts. Uncle Karlos, please don't hit me; it's not my fault. I just wanted to pick up the girl, it's

that person called Wolfy ...... ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched again and he bent over in pain.

"You thought I didn't know the whole thing?

And you still want to find excuses for yourself?"

Karlos kicked Mark.

Miss Vita who heard the noise went to the garage and saw that his son was beaten up by Karlos so

badly that he couldn't speak. She immediately walked over, "Karlos, stop beating him.If you keep

beating him, he will die."

Karlos shook off her hands and said explicitly.

"Since you can’t teach your son how to behave himself, I'll do it for you so that he won't ruin the

reputation of our family."

In front of Vita, Karlos hit Mark’s eye socket with a punch, then Mark let out a scream with blood oozing

out of the wound on the corner of his eyes. Mark held his mother like grabbing a lifesaver, "Mom, save

me, save me!"

"Karlos, as your sister-in-law, I am begging you. Let go of my son. He was not thinking straight then."

"Then I'll hit him until he can think straight."

Karlos pushed her away and yelled at her coldly, "Fuck off!"

Vita was pushed away by him for several meters. Mark was beaten up again, screaming wildly. Vita’s

heart ached for watching what was happenig. She began to regret she shouldn't have bothered Karlos

to bail his son tonight. Losing face is better than watching her son being beaten up.

"Mom, help!"

"Mom ......"

Vita was determined; she walked over to stop Karlos. But her strength was small comparing with

Karlos’s. "Karlos, I promise Mark won't do such bad thing again, okay? "

"Stop beating him"

Karlos grabbed Mark by the collar and punched his face again. Mark became dizzy and vomited the

gastric acid.

Vita shook Karlos’s hands and pulled him backward, "Karlos, as your sister-in-law, I am begging you.

Stop beating him. If you continue to do so, he'll have to be sent to the hospital. I promise you Mark

won’t make such trouble again!"

“Stop. Mark knows he was wrong."

"Look at Mark now, he will be dead if you keep beating him!"

......

Vita made various pleas and assurances before Karlos finally let go of his son. Karlos took out his

handkerchief, wiped the blood away from his hands and threw it on the ground, warning Mark, "This is

the last time I help you. If something like this happens again, get the fuck out of my family."

Vita smiled at Karlos with effort and gave his son a signal, "Speak up!"

"Uncle Karlos, I, I ...understand."

Mark was beaten so badly by Karlos that it was quiet difficult for him to speak.

Karlos grunted, turned around and left.

Mark fell straight down on the ground, and Vita held him, "Son, how are you doing?"

"He ......He, How could he ......"

Vita immediately covered his mouth with her hand and scolded Mark, "Haven't you been beaten

enough?"

The fault in this matter lies with you. Don’t you dare to talk nonsense?"

Mark was well aware of Karlos’ power in the family, so he angrily whispered to his mother, "He's just

the son of a dancer, a bastard who is dependent on grandfather to pretend to be powerful ......"

“Stop your nonsense. Don't you know how highly your grandfather thinks of him?

You should blame your father and yourself for not being able to win your grandfather’s heart."

Vita glared at his son.

"Mom, stop it, I'm too painful to move. Call someone to help me!"

Mark felt too sore all over his body.

"You deserve it. Wait for me here!"

Vita could only be resigned to the fact that she had such a son!