Chapter 03

The man in the black suit looked angry.  How could that be? The car belonging to their boss who had just returned from the repair shop, was hit and damaged by a poor man on an old motorcycle.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, sir. But I will fix your car," Haven said. He got back up while dusting off his clothes.

"Fix our car? How much money do you have?" said Bentle, the leader of the suit-clad men driving the Bugatti Chiron.  "What car do you think you have crashed into? Even your pride wouldn't be enough to pay for the repair of Our Leader's car!"

Bentle then mobilized all of his men.  "Destroy the motorbike, after that you break the man's legs and arms to pay for his stupid actions!"

"Yes sir." All the men in black nodded their heads and quickly grabbed their metal batons, and swung them at Haven's old motorcycle lying beside the Bugatti Chiron Supercar.

"Stop it! Please stop it! This is my only motorcycle," Haven shouted at Bentle.

In an instant, Haven's motorbike was destroyed and only a skeleton remained.  More like a piece of trash.

Unlucky! Even though it is Haven's only motorbike, inherited from Lee's grandfather who accompanied him for the last three years as son-in-law in the Lee family.

"You're going to be in big trouble you, little beast! The car you crashed into was Chief Camela Wycliff's car. Be prepared to face the consequences when we contact her!"  Bentle said while gesturing for his men to beat up Haven.

The car belonged to Camela Wycliff.  Chairman of the company King Paradise.  Large companies that control companies in all parts of the world.

Haven was angry, he grabbed his old cellphone which was small and very thick, more worthy of being kept in a museum.  "I'm not letting you guys get away with it after my bike is destroyed!"

"Kid! What can you do?" Bentle stared at Haven. He believed the poor man could do nothing but admit him guilt for hitting their chief's car.

Haven stared coldly at the Camela people, an angry look in his eyes. "I will ask your leader to take responsibility for your stupidity!"

"You mean you're going to call Chief Camela Wycliff? Who do you think you are?" snorted Bentle haughtily.

A few seconds later came Camela's voice on the other end. "Hello, with whom?"

"I, Haven Clark."  said Haven.

Camela who was on the other side of the phone stuttered. He was very surprised to hear a voice that had not been heard for five years, now heard again.

With an expression of beaming and disbelief, Camela immediately said.  "Brother Clark, is there anything I can help you with? I haven't heard your voice in a long time."

Haven said as he glanced coldly at Camela's men. "Hurry over here. I'll give you three minutes."

That statement made Camela go straight to the location after seeing Haven's whereabouts. "All right, Brother Clark. I'll be there in a minute."

Three minutes later, several cars pulled up not far from where Haven was standing.  Front row is a Rolls-Royce Phantom, while behind it is a row of twenty matte black Rubicon monster jeeps.

A well-built man opened the door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and a fair-skinned, beautiful woman stepped out of the car.

"Chief Camela? Why is she here?"  asked Bentle with a surprised expression.  Even though he did not contact Camela about this incident at all.

Had anyone contacted her if chief Camela's beloved car had an accident?

The man turned to his men. "Shrimp brain! Why did you stupidly contact our leader!"

His men shook their heads in unison. "We didn't contact Chief Camela at all, sir. But I think…."

Impossible!

How was this poor, shabby man able to contact the esteemed Chief Camela?  What connections does he have?

Bentle bowed as Camela Wycliff walked over at a brisk pace like she was in a hurry.  Followed by all the men in suits who also bowed.

Camela passed Bentle, she stepped until finally in front of Haven.

"Brother Clark…."

Haven smiled at Camela. "You finally came, Camela. But I guess now why is your chest getting fuller, looks like you are getting good nutrition every day."

DUARR!!!

It was as if all of Camela's men had been struck by lightning in broad daylight. Their mouths were wide open, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

How could that be? The chief who was so respected and respected, bowed 90 degrees to a poor man who was dressed in shabby clothes.

Haven even dared to mention Camela's limbs without the slightest fear.

Camela stood up again with her head down. She completely ignored all of hers men, who were looking at she strangely.

The woman then looked behind her, where all of hers men were standing.  "Why are you two quiet? Pay respects to Big Brother Clark, or I'll cut off your head!"

Damn it! What's this?

All of Camela's men immediately bowed, until Camela asked them to stand straight again.

Camela Wycliff is a very famous business queen in the business world. No one dared to touch and offend a Camela, if they dared, their life and throne would be at stake.

One decision from she, very influential in the business world.  There was no one in the Medicine Nation who didn't know Camela Wycliff.

"Brother Clark, was there something important that you called me here for?"  Camela asked.

"Your guys just destroyed my bike."  Haven pointed at his old motorcycle, then turned toward Bentle.  "Did you teach them to use their powers to bully the weak?"

Camela widened hers eyes after seeing Haven's motorbike destroyed by hers men.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I swear I will give them a punishment." Camela bowed hers body, then walked towards Bentle.

Bentle trembled with fear when Camela was in front of he.  His sturdy body became limp like without bones.

In an instant, Bentle collapsed to the ground and knelt in front of Camela.  "Chief Camela, I can explain. It was just a misunderstanding. I ruined it, because that man had hit your beloved car."

"You stupid human with donkey brains! I can't forgive you. Just so you know, Big Brother Clark is the angel who gave me life! If you dare to offend him, that would be tantamount to stepping on my face!"  Camela said.

Unlucky!  They're dealing with the wrong people.

"Did I ever ask you guys to bully people with strength? You guys are really stupid and really stupid!"

Camela turned hers gaze to the group of hers men who had come with her. "You take care of them. Break their legs and arms and drive them out of this country!"