Chapter 8: The Path of Revenge

Summer only knows that tonight is the moment he takes his first step in life

In the summer, as one hand reached out, the iron support frames below the stair railing began to tremble wildly

Telekinesis, this is the ability of Xia Tian. At this moment, Xia Tian's application of this ability is not yet fully developed. However, with his high innate talent, he has already begun to control his body for short-distance flight using telekinesis. This is a derived ability, and Xia Tian believes that as he grows older and his strength increases, he will acquire more "little tricks".

Summer hurriedly poked its head out, only to see several bodyguards repairing the paparazzi, clearly in the process of clearing away this annoying swarm of flies

Having made a complete circuit around this enormous clubhouse, the location of the side entrance was confirmed in the summer. However, there are still a few reporters lingering here, clearly indicating that the biggest news in Hell's Kitchen at the moment is related to Dell Real Estate. It is uncertain whether this owner is truly reckless or simply seeking to advertise, making such a big deal out of it.

He is in that building, isn't he? Summer did not answer the question, but instead asked softly.

After the group of paparazzi was driven away, the bodyguards began relaying information through their earpieces. Shortly thereafter, the side door opened, and two elegantly poised women, somewhat disheveled in appearance, supported Dell's body as they stepped out through the small door, descended the stairs, and made their way towards the luxurious stretch Lincoln parked in the alley.

A heavy blow struck the back of the head, as a stone slowly floated into the air while the paparazzi were speaking, and during a moment of impatience in summer, it came crashing down hard onto the back of the paparazzi's head

Moreover, summer is merely a representation of the yellow race. To put it bluntly, even the status of black individuals is significantly higher than that of the yellow race

Outside the building of this upscale club, a small figure is following the shadow of the paparazzi, having found the nearby area

Summer quickly retracted his hands, feeling somewhat troubled by the application of his abilities. For ordinary small matters, Summer can exert a minimal degree of remote control. However, if he desires precision and sufficient force, he must spread his hands wide and unleash his full power

The not-so-tall trash can became the perfect hiding spot for the summer, and the small body was indeed very convenient at times

In a high-end club in Manhattan, a middle-aged man is surrounded by two beautiful women, embracing them while sipping the fine wine offered to him by one of the women.

Uh... the summer heat made him sweat profusely, and this was the first time he had exerted his abilities to such an extent, which left him feeling somewhat strained and overwhelmed

Yes, after that old man passed away, the few remaining tenants were quite sensible and moved out this morning. Congratulations, boss. The bodyguard looked at the spirited boss with admiration, secretly marveling in his heart. He knew that as long as he held tightly to the boss's thigh, a bright future was inevitable.

After all, he is only 5 years old

Fortunately, the bodyguard, in his panic, was not very skilled with his firearm, and his shots struck the trash can, producing a piercing sound

A problem that has remained unresolved for over a decade, TA - DA! The man who is currently reveling in pleasure is none other than the CEO of Dell Real Estate. Dell proudly spread his arms wide and uttered an onomatopoeic expression, eliciting laughter from the two beauties beside him

"Those despicable insects are always meant to be crushed; I am merely doing the job for others." Dale laughed heartily, as if he had already foreseen a bright future, and began to drink joyfully.

The side door

The bodyguards, with anxious expressions, quickly searched their surroundings. One particularly observant bodyguard spotted a small hand protruding from the side of a trash bin in a dark corner in the distance. Without any hesitation, the bodyguard identified everything that could potentially cause an anomaly as a target for attack. The bodyguards were now unrestrained in their actions, for in just a few seconds, two of their companions had already been killed, and perhaps they would be next.

Yes, yes. You want to go in, right? I can help you, provided that we go in together, and you must not make a sound or tell anyone. We need some disguises. The paparazzi have clearly stepped up their game, shifting from merely thinking they had a big scoop to now wanting to secure exclusive news. In their eyes, what stands before them is not a child; they will not feel a shred of compassion simply because Xia Tian is a child. They only care about profit, they only care about money. If anyone attempts to help Xia Tian return to the orphanage, this paparazzo might even rush in to confront them!

In the summer, wearing a hood, a small figure swiftly crosses the street, walking rapidly through this area filled with flickering neon lights and brilliant illumination.

"Get in the car, boss, hurry up!" A bodyguard rushed over, loyal as a dog, snatched his boss away from the two women, and, with a leg sweep, carried Dale into the car.

The attire of the two women is not revealing; rather, it is very appropriate, each wearing an exquisite evening gown, which complements the impeccably tailored suit of the middle-aged man.

The two beautiful women beside him had their exquisite evening gowns slowly wrinkled by Dale's hands, while the bodyguard took the attendant and left the private room, standing outside the door

The bodyguard at the back clearly sensed that something was amiss. He turned around and looked, somewhat astonished, at the wildly trembling iron support. Just as the bodyguard leaned in to examine it, one of the iron supports finally broke free from its restraints, piercing through the bodyguard's forehead and leaving a bloody hole in his head.

"So, are you going to question Mr. Dell face to face?" A paparazzo, with dollar signs in his eyes, looked at the 5 or 6-year-old child as if he were seeing 5 or 6 tons of gold bars, wishing he could shove the microphone into the child's mouth.

Hehe... The man took a sip of his drink, leaned back against the sofa, and looked at the bodyguard in the dark suit in front of him, asking proudly, "Have they all moved out?"

Regarding summer, he believes that Dale belongs to the former. The dark atmosphere of Hell's Kitchen has emboldened Dale's arrogance; every place has its own rules. Perhaps Dale has other identities in Hell's Kitchen, which remain unknown to summer.

Bang

The iron support, stained with blood, swiftly shot forward, piercing the back of the bodyguard, but due to the force and angle, the protruding head impaled Dale's ribcage

The small body, the soft words, combined with that lovely face, always adorns summer with a layer of mask that is difficult to decipher

Until 1 a.m., the drowsy summer finally heard the sounds of fighting, with punches landing hard. If it were a movie scene, it would stir one's blood. However, witnessing it in person would evoke a sense of discomfort and pain.

"Those bosses are simply too foolish; how could they possibly be compared to you?" The bodyguard was clearly flattering Dell. Being quite sensible, he gave a knowing glance to the waiter standing nearby, who hurriedly stepped forward to pour the wine. Although his movements were swift, they remained elegant.

Ah, ah, ah... Dell's piercing scream echoed through the night sky, but to Xia Tian's ears, it sounded so wonderful

Alert! Alert! The scene was thrown into chaos in an instant. Summer's objective was not achieved; inexperienced as he was, without prior preparation, had he been more cautious, perhaps the situation would not have been so dire

The paparazzi hung the camera around their neck, pondering how to get Summer inside without being discovered by their companions, while sarcastically saying: "That bunch of fools is still waiting at the front and back doors; they don't know that Dell has become clever now, and this private club has a side entrance. Perhaps we can make it... ah..."