The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 416 - It's Your Turn

Chapter 416 - It's Your Turn

"I…" Kenneth's face was incredibly distressed, and he couldn't bring himself to say a single word.
Had he known earlier that Matthew was present too, he would never have put on this front and acted like a big shot in front of Tyron!
He was now thoroughly humiliated and put to shame, but he couldn't defend himself at all.
Furthermore, Matthew might even blame him and punish him next…
"Damn it. Are you mute? I'm asking you a question!" Tyron hollered and slammed the crowbar at the dining table next to him.
Bang!
The edge of the round tempered glass table shattered while the glasses and crockery on the table fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces!
Everyone was greatly startled.
Lucas immediately reached out and wrapped his arm around Cheyenne's waist to shield her behind his body. He then patted the back of her hand to comfort her.
Kenneth was frightened by Tyron's sudden outburst of anger. His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a loud thud. "Mr… Mr. Tyron, I was wrong!"
Drenched in cold sweat, Kenneth confessed fearfully, "Mr. Tyron, Mr. Benson, I'm sorry! I was too obsessed with boosting my ego that I falsely used your name for clout and lied about receiving the membership card from you… Actually, the platinum membership card belongs to my grandfather, and he went through great pains to obtain it. I only ask him for it and bring it out with me for meals so that I can show off to make me seem impressive. Please forgive me!"
As he kneeled on the ground, his entire body was shuddering, and he was full of regret.
"Hmph, how daring of you!" Matthew slammed his foot down on Kenneth's back, sending him sprawling to the ground.
When Kenneth's face touched the ground, Matthew kicked his body again and snapped, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you're worthy enough to use my name for clout? How dare you pretend to be a big shot in front of my son and claim that you're friends with me? Damn it! Even if your grandfather Damon Parker comes to see me personally, he won't dare to lie about anything using my name!"
Kenneth was sprawled across the ground, with mouth and nose pressed against the dirty floor, but he didn't dare to get up. All he could do was desperately beg for mercy. "Mr. Benson, I really know I'm wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please give me a chance and let me off this time!"
He was really scared out of his wits, so much so that his face was covered in tears and snot. He was terrified that Tyron would break his limbs and cripple him as he had done to Wayne!
Matthew had always been a ruthless man, and he had even personally taken some lives. Even the younger generation of wealthy families in LA, such as Kenneth, had heard of his merciless ways.
The fact that Tyron had just broken all four of someone's limbs without the slightest hesitation or a single bat of his eyelid just went to show how ruthless his father must be.
Moreover, Matthew was also close to the Coles, a top family in San Francisco, and had brought the Bensons to become a subordinate family of the Coles. This gave Matthew great authority, and almost no one would have the guts to offend him.
Now that Kenneth had pretended to be powerful and provoked Matthew, the Parkers would probably be unable to do anything to stop Matthew even if he wanted to beat him to death!
Kenneth's body trembled violently to the point of almost peeing himself in fear.
"Call your grandfather Damon Parker right now, and tell him to come here within ten minutes! Otherwise, he can collect your corpse instead!" Matthew said nonchalantly.
Kenneth's heart skipped a beat. He immediately got up from the ground, took out his phone, and called his grandfather while still on his knees.
"Grandpa, it's me! I'm in a private dining room on the top floor of the Lion Restaurant. I… I offended Mr. Matthew Benson from San Francisco. Grandpa, don't ask about the rest. We don't have time. Hurry up and come over quickly! Remember, you must arrive within ten minutes, or else you'll never see me again!"
Pangs of panic engulfed Kenneth as he frantically conveyed Matthew's instructions to his grandfather and gave him a brief summary of the situation. There was no way he could explain what exactly had happened and how he had offended Matthew in a few simple sentences. So he decided to skip it altogether and urged Damon to rush over as quickly as possible.
Matthew snorted coldly before letting go of Kenneth for the time being.
He came over to LA today with the intention to develop some forces, so he had specially gathered the helmsmen of various top families in LA to coerce them by issuing threats or tempting them with benefits.
But he didn't have to do much at all because they were extremely scrupulous and respectful toward him. They were just like obedient pets.
But there were two top families he didn't invite this time—the Parkers and the Owens.
In the past, the Brookes, the Parkers, and the Owens used to dominate LA. But just a short time ago, the Brookes were suddenly destroyed and vanished from the city. Later on, the Parkers and the Owens became the two overlords that almost dominated half of LA.
Thus, after some consideration, Matthew decided not to do anything to those two families for the time being. He only planned to gain control of the other families for now, which would subsequently allow him to control the other half of LA's economy.
When the time came, conquering the Parkers and Owens in one fell swoop wouldn't be that difficult.
But one of the Parkers' descendants had now provoked Matthew, so he decided to take advantage of this opportunity to let the Parkers suffer a massive loss!
A cunning smile surfaced on Matthew's lips as he thought about this.
He glanced at the young men on their knees in front of him and sneered. "Son, who else hit you just now? Don't let any one of them off. You must take revenge ruthlessly! The Bensons will never let themselves lose out!"
He deliberately said this to give everyone present a warning.
Anyone who dared to offend the Bensons wouldn't end up well!
"Okay, Dad!"
His words were just what Tyron wanted to hear. Tyron raised the crowbar in his hand and went to one of the scions kneeling at the end of the row. Then he beat him mercilessly with the crowbar!
"Ah!"
"Arrgh!"
...
Soon, miserable shrieks filled the air in the private room one after another.
The helmsmen of the LA families were incredibly distressed to hear them, and their faces were all trembling violently. The ones getting their limbs broken were their sons!
There were also a few helmsmen whose sons happened to be absent tonight. They couldn't help feeling extremely thankful and relieved while deciding that they would definitely go home and admonish their sons to never provoke the Bensons in the future!
A few minutes later, Tyron finally had enough. With a loud clang, the crowbar in his hand fell onto the ground.
He had hit them extremely hard, and each strike of the crowbar broke one of their bones.
But this time, he had only broken an arm or a leg of each of the remaining nine people, unlike how he had broken all of Wayne's limbs.
He wasn't an arrogant and tyrannical fool, and he was well aware that if he really broke all of their limbs, the helmsmen of the top LA families would definitely resent him even if they didn't dare to complain on the surface.
Now, with Wayne as an example, the remaining scions with one broken limb each had learned their lesson. The other helmsmen would also be extremely grateful to the Bensons for being merciful and would respect them even more.
These were some methods that Matthew had taught Tyron.
So far, it seemed that they were quite effective.
At this thought, Tyron felt extremely smug.
After hitting the scions, he suddenly looked at Lucas, who was sitting at the table, and said sinisterly, "Ah, I almost missed one! Punk, get your ass here! It's your turn now!"