However, at this moment, Gil had already been consumed by anger. He just wanted to teach Philip, this ignorant trash, a good lesson! Thus, he shouted arrogantly, “What are you afraid of? Are there things I can’t do in Uppercreek? So what if he’s Sam Cohen? This is Uppercreek, the land of the young. One Sam Cohen will be trampled under my shoes sooner or later!” Audacious! Outrageous! At this moment, Gil Dean had brought into full play the flippant temperament of a rich second-generation young master. On the opposite, Sam’s face was as dark as night. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this! “Rascal, what are you talking about? This is an outrage!” Suddenly, a gruff shout came from behind Gil’s group. Soon after, the group of people brought by Gil made a pathway automatically! It was a burly middle-aged man with an angular face. His pair of thick eyebrows were raised, and his face was full of anger. Wearing a gray suit, he came up and kicked Gil directly on his ass! Immediately, Gil stumbled forward and fell half a meter in front of Sam’s feet! “F*ck! Which idiot dares to kick me? Do you want to die?” Gil roared furiously and glanced back but was instantly shocked! “Your old man!” The middle-aged man who kicked Gil directly roared! He was here. He was really here. Gil’s father, with a chill all over his body, was here. In an instant, Gil was so frightened that he stammered, “Dad… That… Why are you here?”

Gus Dean stood there, full of anger. He stretched out his fingers and pointed at Gil who was on the ground, reprimanding him, “If I didn’t show up, wouldn’t you be turning this place upside down by now? You even dare to show disrespect to Mr. Cohen. Who gave you the balls to do that?!” After reprimanding, Gus hurriedly turned around with a flattering smile on his face and apologized to Sam. “Mr. Cohen, I’m sorry. I didn’t train my son well enough. Don’t worry, I’ll teach him a good lesson when we return!” With that said, Gus turned around, kicked Gil, and said angrily, “Rascal, why are you still in a daze? Apologize to Mr. Cohen at once!” Gil was depressed. His father was famous for his violent temper. Since he was a child, he had endured a fair share of his father’s beatings. His ass was full of marks from his teachings. Therefore, Gil quickly murmured his apology to Sam, “I’m sorry, Mr. Cohen.” “What the heck? Did you leave your voice at home? Speak up and kneel properly!” Gus kicked him again, and Gil was extremely frustrated. Too embarrassing! With so many people watching, why did his father not leave him any dignity at all? Boo-hoo, was he still his son? He was helpless. Gil said to Sam again, “I’m sorry, Mr. Cohen. I was wrong.” However, Sam only said lightly, “It’s useless to apologize to me. You should apologize to Mr. Clarke.”