127 Mad Lad 1

Healers were immediately sent down to tend the wounds of both of the injured fighters, one of whom was celebrating while the other laid on the ground completely unconscious.

Damian was quickly healed and soon regained consciousness, making him look around with extreme confusion. Then, when he was told about the results of the match by the healers, it was like he could not believe his ears as he looked around him in shock and disbelief and at all the spectators that were cursing and threatening his name. 

When he looked around, even more, he noticed the already healed Moby celebrating his victory which made his anger boil even more immensely. 

"What the fuck did you do! You must have cheated! I'll fucking kill you! I refuse to accept that I lost!" Damian roared, rushing to attack Moby in a state of complete rage, only to be stopped and held back by his own father who had walked down to the arena.

"What the hell are you even doing "s-son"! Are you trying to disgrace me and the family more than you already had!" Brandon yelled, slapping Damian's face really hard making him lose a few teeth, calming him down slightly, making Moby shudder at the sight but, he held himself back as to not intervene. 

Brandon then turned over to look at Moby with an intense murderous gaze that he just brushed off before dragging his son out of the arena by force in order to save face.

As soon as he dragged Damian out of the arena and out of sight of everyone, he was ready to teach him a proper lesson, lifting his hands to hit his still angry yet frustrated son before he felt a small touch on his shoulder.

"What the hell do yo-" Brandon said, biting his tongue when he noticed who he was talking to.

"Master Griffith has ordered me to escort you to his chambers in order for you to uphold your promised bet. Now follow me…" Albert said in a calm voice, turning around, walking in front of them.

"Y-yes! Of course sir!" Brandon said with an awkward smile, following quietly behind Albert, him and his still angered and annoyed son.

Brandon tried his best to suppress his nervousness anger, and distress as he slowly and patiently walked down the long and luxurious hallways of the mansion behind Albert until they reached a large, blue and gold door.

"In here, lord Griffith is expecting you…" Albert said, opening the door before walking away, making Brandon gulp a large amount of saliva. 

"L-lord Walrond… I was told I was meeting with Lord Griffith instead…I am here as requested," Brandon said in a scared, nervous voice, kneeling down on the ground, bowing down.

However, unlike his father, Damian just stared at Ryan's annoyed, menacing and imposing demeanour and looks with absolute shock, so much so that he forgot that he needed to bow down. 

"What the hell are you doing! Kneel!" Brandon whispered to Damian in panic, pulling him down on his knees with one tug.

"Well, Mr. Nier and Mr. White… I am sure that you are well aware of how bets work in the Griffith household… They will all be upheld… I am sure you were not expecting to see me. Lucky for you lord Griffith is too busy celebrating with his daughter to bother with scum like you so that��s what I am here for," Ryan casually said, taking a puff of his cigarette before blowing it back in the air. 

"Y-yes of course sir! R-right away!" Spencer said in a clearly scarred voice, pulling out a check and writing down the exact amount of money he owed before handing it straight to Ryan who inspected the check.

"Seems real enough… You can now get the hell out of this mansion! As per the bet, you are now completely banned from ever setting foot into this mansion or associating yourself with the Griffith family ever again. Now scram!" Ryan ordered in a cold voice, pointing at the door.

"R-right away sir…" Spencer said, kneeling once more before awkwardly walking out the door only to be escorted away by 2 servants.

"Now… Mr. Nier, it's your turn to pay up. And, you may not be banished from the mansion like that other guy. But, I would recommend you to leave as soon as you can… A lot of people here really hate your guts and want you dead…" Ryan said with a smile, making Brandon sweat profusely, gulping down a mouthful of saliva.

Brandon walked out of the room extremely relieved that nothing too bad happened. He had heard stories of how terrifying the great hitman Ryan Walrdond and be. So, in his opinion, he got out of it relatively okay. However, he still ended up paying over 50 million dollars over to Moby and all the people that had bet for him, all out of his own pockets which made him extremely furious once again as it was almost all of his remaining money. He held back the urge to beat the shit out of his own son and disown him on the spot but he decided against it as to not ruin the reputation and image of his family more than it already did as he and his still shocked looking son were both being escorted out of the mansion by two servants.

"Thank you for escorting us all the way to our car," Brandon said with an awkward smile, making the servants look at each other weird before turning around and bowing, before walking back towards the mansion doors.

Brandon kept on smiling towards the servants who were walking away until he could no longer see them, making sure they didn't hear a thing.

"Now… Damian my "son"... Get in the damn car…" Brandon mumbled in a low yet angry voice.

"Father! It was just one unlucky mistake! I'll surely ki-" Damian said before being interrupted by his father's almost demon-like scream.

"SMALL MISTAKE! That small mistake just ruined my fucking life! There are no retakes! It's too late for that now! And don't you ever call me father again! From today on you are no longer mine! Now don't make me repeat myself! Get in the damn car before I shove you in the trunk and force you in!" Brandon screamed like a complete lunatic, his face turning red, bullets of high-speed spit coming out of his mouth like a machine gun.