Chapter 415 - Trouble-making Clown

"Dad, help me! I-I don't want to have my limbs broken! Mr. Tyron, I know I was wrong. I really do. Please let me off!"

"Dad, please help me plead with Tyron! I really know my mistake and won't do it again!"

"Mr. Tyron, please spare my life!"

...

Wealthy scions and playboys like Kenneth and his friends were usually the ones who beat others up, and they had never personally experienced the horror of being on the verge of having their limbs broken. They were all deathly pale and scared out of their wits as they stared at Tyron and begged him for mercy while also pleading for their fathers to put in a word for them.

They didn't want to have their limbs broken like Wayne had!

But to their great disappointment, their fathers avoided eye contact with them because they didn't dare to speak up and persuade Matthew and Tyron, especially since the latter was obviously boiling with fury!

At this point, all they could do was hope for their sons to be lucky enough to be spared from sustaining overly severe injuries. Hopefully, they could still go to the hospital to have their broken bones fixed and restored.

Seeing that they couldn't depend on their fathers, the scions had disappointment and fear written all over their faces.

At this moment, one of them suddenly recalled something that Kenneth had said earlier and hurriedly turned to look at him. He beseeched, "Kenneth, you have to save us! You're the future successor of the Parkers. Didn't you tell us that Mr. Matthew Benson had personally given you a platinum membership card for the Lion Restaurant? Since you know Mr. Matthew Benson, the owner of this restaurant, can you please plead for mercy on our behalf and ask Tyron to spare us?! We really know our mistakes!"

As soon as the others heard this, they also immediately started begging Kenneth, "Kenneth, you're the reason we came here tonight. On account of our friendship, you must plead for mercy for us!"

"Yeah, Kenneth. Since you have some connections with Mr. Benson, Tyron will definitely spare us on your account!"

...

They kept pleading for Kenneth to help them because he was the only straw they could clutch at. They believed he would be able to convince Matthew and Tyron to let them off the hook as long as he asked them to!

But Kenneth looked incredibly gloomy now.

Tyron was obviously far more arrogant than them. And based on the fact that he had broken Wayne's limbs right after he said he would, Kenneth knew that Tyron was definitely a ruthless person. Kenneth couldn't help feeling some inevitable fear toward him.

But these people kneeling on the ground in front of him were his friends. If he really left them in the lurch, he wouldn't only let them down, but their families would probably steer clear of the Parkers in the future.

In helplessness, Kenneth could only bite the bullet and walk forward to say to Tyron, "Mr. Tyron, it was indeed a misunderstanding just now. They weren't aware of your identity, so they accidentally offended you, but please be magnanimous and forgive them this time! Besides, you've already broken a man's limbs, so you should have already vented your anger. Now that we all know each other's identity, please bury the hatchet with them on my account, will you?"

Tyron lifted the crowbar in his hand and turned his head to look at Kenneth. He asked with great interest, "I heard them say that you have a platinum membership card for the Lion Restaurant. Was it personally given to you by Matthew Benson, the head of the Benson family?"

The expression on Kenneth's face stiffened, and he blinked while saying unashamedly, "Yes, I'm very grateful to Mr. Benson for thinking I'm worthy enough and giving me a platinum membership card. However, that happened more than a year ago, so it's not surprising that you don't know about it, Tyron."

He thought that Matthew wasn't here, so since he had already said it, no one else could say anything.

But as soon as he said this, the helmsmen of the various top LA families all seemed rather bewildered as they sneaked a glance at Matthew, who was standing right in the middle of a crowd with a smile on his face. They soon looked away.

Tyron stared at Kenneth and asked once more with contempt, "Are you sure that the person who gave you the platinum membership card is Matthew Benson from San Francisco? Seems like you have very good connections. How do I address you?"

Thinking that Tyron believed him, Kenneth hurriedly announced his name proudly, "I'm Kenneth Parker, the direct descendant of the Parker family of LA!"

"Oh!" Tyron answered ambiguously with a look of derision in his eyes, seemingly anticipating hearing a joke. He suddenly pointed at Matthew.

"Do you know who this person is then?" Tyron had a rather peculiar expression on his face at the moment.

Kenneth carefully sized up the middle-aged man Tyron was pointing at. In fact, Kenneth had noticed him as soon as he came in, mainly because he was standing in the middle of the group and vaguely seemed to be the leader. He exuded a domineering aura that made it difficult to ignore his presence.

But Kenneth only knew that this had to be a person of very distinguished status and wasn't aware of his true identity.

"Please pardon me for my poor judgment, Tyron. Please introduce him to me," Kenneth said, testing the waters.

"Hahahahah!" Tyron burst into laughter while clutching his stomach.

Seeing this, Kenneth immediately realized that he said something wrong.