Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women Chapter 683 Sark Hearted And Viscious

Old Peter was already notorious in the neighborhood for his terrible conduct, a man despised by all. Which elder in Phase One hasn't heard of him?

The long-time employees at the property management office were also intimately familiar with him, engaged in disputes every few days. His conflicts weren't limited to one person; they erupted everywhere, cultivating animosity from all sides.

He was the type of elusive rascal who caused continuous headaches for both the property management and the local community office. If dealing with him hadn't been such a sheer challenge, they would not have failed to collect property fees for over a decade.

Earlier, Minda had also remarked that the fellow was rather pitiable, and that when confronting Old Peter, they shouldn't involve the son too deeply.

At their level, the mistresses who managed to ascend were all heartless, dark, and cruel... yet even they considered him pitiful. Luis, not being cold-hearted, didn't wish to make his situation more difficult.

"This is my son-in-law; he holds the authority in our home. Please speak with him directly."

Ruth, with considerable grace, offered a smile and stated, "Whatever my son-in-law decrees, so it shall be."

"Brother, I am truly sorry for the trouble I have caused you."

Not only was he offering monetary recompense, but Pete also promptly set a pack of premium cigarettes on the table. He then implored, "Please, remain calm; do not descend to my father's level. It is simply not worthwhile."

Addressing him repeatedly as "brother" and apologizing with an attitude of utmost humility, the principle of "never striking a smiling face" rendered it impossible to press him further.

Luis readily acquiesced, saying, "Certainly, no issue whatsoever!!"

"Thank you, thank you immensely!!"

They returned to the property management office, where a former police officer was also summoned to draft a formal mediation agreement.

The finalized mediation agreement was executed in quadruplicate, with one copy designated for each involved party, one retained by the police officer, and the final copy kept by the property management office as documentation of their efforts.

Following this, they proceeded together to the underground parking garage. Upon witnessing the scene, Pete stood dumbfounded, exclaiming, "What, what transpired here??"

"Your father. He vandalized the car overnight, and then employed some sort of colossal, structure-shaking contraption."

Luis responded with a light chuckle, "Do not fret; this has no bearing on you. When we contacted the authorities, it was solely for the purpose of seeking restitution from him. I understand the distinction."

The workers Pete had brought along commenced the demolition of the wall. Some dislodged gravel inevitably struck the car, resulting in scratches. Under normal circumstances, repainting would have necessitated an out-of-pocket expense for him.

However, at this particular moment, he was entirely unconcerned. He simply lit a cigarette and remained silent.

Luis offered a supportive pat on his shoulder without uttering a word. At times, communication between men requires no elaboration. From Luis's comportment, any emotionally astute individual could discern the conveyed goodwill.

"My father is not presently at home; otherwise, the authorities would have apprehended him by now."

Just as Luis was preparing to depart, Pete called out to him, his voice raspy, "Big Brother, you did contact the police, correct?"

Luis jested, "Isn't that the standard procedure?"

"Furthermore, deactivating the power supply last night brought tranquility, but your father is exceptionally obstinate. Should he rig up a battery and persist, that would present a quandary for me as well."

"Forcibly breaching the entryway would constitute an unlawful act. I cannot simply permit him to create utter chaos, can I?"

Luis fixed his gaze directly upon him and stated, "Brother, your attempt to persuade me to disregard this matter will prove futile. The property management contacted the authorities first."

"Moreover, what financial resources do you truly possess? If your father persists in this manner indefinitely, would you not desire to live your own life, perhaps get married?"

"Not to mention, should an incident akin to the teahouse event occur once more, or if the vehicle becomes immobile again, which of these outcomes could you possibly tolerate..."

These words caused a palpable shift in Pete's demeanor. He had been engaged in an internal struggle, his eyes betraying a profound indecision, but at that instant, they seemed to gain clarity.

Without fully extinguishing his cigarette, he tossed it to the ground and firmly stamped it out.

His expression devoid of any discernible emotion, he softly declared, "Thank you, Big Brother. I now understand my course of action. He requires a lesson to be taught."

"I, I shall consult with Sister Yang regarding this matter."

Minda, being socially astute, and the property management, assuming a crucial mediating role in this affair, Pete appeared to place considerable faith in them.

Minda grasped Luis's underlying intention. Beyond merely chastising Old Peter, rendering him utterly isolated and forsaken constituted the genuine retribution.

Upon hearing that a spectacle was unfolding, Ruth promptly relinquished her afternoon card game engagement to another individual.

The son-in-law and mother-in-law returned home, consumed a simple boxed meal, and then settled in the bedroom to fixate on the computer screen. Such a spectacle proved far more engaging than any televised drama.

In the subterranean parking area of the complex, Pete observed with composure as workers carted away the fragmented red bricks.

After concluding his final cigarette, a call arrived from his father. Regardless of the furious content blaring from the other end, Pete's response was a simple, "Understood, I'm en route to the property management office."

At the property management office, two uniformed district police officers were already present, having been exceptionally busy over the preceding two days.

The moment Pete entered, his father, Old Peter, seized him by the collar, his countenance contorted with rage as he bellowed, "You ungrateful wretch, how could you commit such a heartless act?"

"Dad, what is troubling you?"

Pete's voice remained unnervingly tranquil.

"What's troubling me? How dare you feign ignorance!"

"Your father was subjected to bullying, and instead of offering support, you are here exacerbating the situation? What is fundamentally wrong with you?"

"Why did you dismantle my 'building shaker'? Do you imagine that was inexpensive?"

"And the reason you paid him? How utterly mortifying! How will you face anyone after this display?"

As he uttered these words, Old Peter delivered a slap to Pete's face, roaring, "Useless piece of garbage! Is getting married that paramount? Is your job that essential? If you provoke me to the point of death, what then?"

"Then perish!"

Pete retorted, his earlier meekness and gentleness completely vanished.

A volcano invariably erupts when its time arrives. When a quiet, even-tempered individual finally succumbs to anger, their fury eclipses that of any hardened criminal.

Pete forcefully propelled the elder man backward, his voice thundering with fury, "Beyond spewing invective, what utility do you actually possess?!"

Witnessing this confrontation, Ruth applauded with evident glee, her expression a mixture of schadenfreude and excitement as she commented, "That is precisely how it should be..."

"That old reprobate, the one he's tormented the most is his own son..."

"You, you, you insubordinate brat, are you defying me?!"

Old Peter, sent staggering from the forceful shove, landed seated on the ground, gazing at his son with utter disbelief. His son's face was a mask of emotion twisted even more severely than his own.

This was the son who had endured his father's emotional manipulation since childhood, his mind seemingly molded and his will controlled, his spirit numbed by psychological coercion until he was perpetually compliant and submissive.

"Begone, who in the blazes do you imagine yourself to be? Apart from stirring up trouble daily, what else can you accomplish?"

"You offer no tangible assistance, yet you excel at creating complications for me. If you intend to depart this world, do so with haste.

"I intend to reside with Lanta; both her parents have given their assent, and they are prepared to contribute funds for our renovation costs... Your authority over me ends here."

"If she enters this household as a daughter-in-law, she will prostrate herself to you, washing your feet, tending to your worthless existence. What exactly are you babbling about?"

"She has never even tended to her own parents' needs, so why on earth would she be obligated to care for a worthless entity like you, who spews nothing but venom?"

Throughout this torrent of words, Pete was visibly overwhelmed with emotion. Not only was his visage contorted, but his feelings ran high, as though years of suppressed angst and suffering were finally finding release.

His eyes, bloodshot and brimming with tears, conveyed a state of explosive, unbridled rage.

Old Peter abruptly rose, extracted a bottle of pesticide from his person, and bellowed, "Ungrateful whelp, do you imagine yourself to have sprouted wings, you little ingrate?"

"Now, you will restore that wall to its original condition, and you are forbidden from removing that vehicle or offering any form of compensation.

"Concurrently, I shall end my life before your very eyes this instant!"

He likely recalled the anguish of his initial romantic entanglement, a period when his father compelled him to kneel, culminating in a bitter separation. The more intensely these emotions had been suppressed, the more violently they now manifested.

Perceiving the escalating tension and fearing a dire outcome, the two police officers moved to intervene. However, Pete suddenly surged forward.

His intention, however, was not to restrain his father. Instead, he forcefully pushed the two somewhat senior officers aside, physically maneuvering and guiding them into the office area, effectively preventing their closer approach.

After this rather forceful action, he turned back and roared, "Then proceed to your demise!"

His abrupt change in behavior left everyone utterly astonished. Even Luis and Ruth watched, their mouths agape in disbelief.