A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything-Chapter 20: Caught in the act

Mr Stamps attacked.

Kieran's arms came upwards, slamming against the club. He gritted his teeth through the pain; yet, he did what was necessary. He jumped up and knocked his own body against Mr Stamp's. The man tripped off his feet, his body dropping hard against the wooden platform so much that he gasped out in pain and the club slipped from his hand.

Kieran breathed out at the same time Mr Stamps rose back. Actually, the lean thug was already rushing in to get Kieran down, but Mr Stamps told him to stay back.

"Stay out of this."

The man bowed, doing just that.

Mr Stamps and Kieran chuckled at each other. Mr Stamps said, though it would be foolish for anyone to take it as a compliment, "Ah... are you that strong, Mr Holland? Doing that when your hands are tied... or should I untie them?"

Kieran swallowed, keeping his eyes on the club no matter what.

"Dream on, fucker!" Mr Stamps groaned before rushing at Kieran for the fourth time. With a slight yell, Kieran bent beneath his lung and smashed his rigid shoulder against his hip.

That pushed him backwards five feet – it was the Duck Under the Box attack to begin with. To shove attackers backwards, but they could still continue fighting.

Mr Stamps did. One step closer to Kieran, he marked his shoulder with the club. Kieran felt that, yelping as he dropped to his knees again. But this time, Mr Stamps didn't give him breathing space.

He violently continued hitting Kieran, yelling and crying in anger when someone else should be doing that. Kieran didn't cry, but placed his focus on blocking his head no matter what. It was the rule of boxing – get your head hit and risk losing consciousness in the middle of a fight.

Still, he was taking in damages. The club shredded his ribs, arms, thighs – as a matter of fact, everywhere except the head.

"Why didn't you just die and never return to the empire?!" Mr Stamps groaned as he continued striking Kieran. "You should have never existed to begin with! Why ruin everything for me?! Huh? Why?" He hit again, this time harder. "WHY?!" Harder again. "WHY?!"

Way too intense that repelled Kieran's hand from his head. He gasped for breath, blood all over his face, and also trickling down his arm.

The men in the distance grimaced out of pity, looking at Mr Stamps with mixed emotions.

The chubby guy mumbled, "Damn... that's too much."

But no matter what, Mr Stamps won't stop. Unless this bastard apologises for the disgrace he put him through. However, for a moment, he paused to feed off Kieran's struggle a little bit.

He chuckled, pressing the club's edge against Kieran's chest. "Guess you're tired of blocking."

Kieran couldn't reply yet. He had to catch his breath first. And when he was done, he opened his eyes and scoffed,

"Is that all you have got?"

Mr Stamps tilted his head, staring until he grabbed the club back. He nodded his head. "No... I have got more for you, bastard!"

Right as the club came down, Kieran rolled over the platform. Meanwhile, he had already been near the edge to begin with. So, when he did that, his body slipped into the river. The men rushed forth when they heard the splashing sound, but Mr Stamps stopped them.

"Leave him. Better to be buried forever than to be left open out here."

Well... maybe that would be for himself – Kieran thought as he grabbed the platform from within the river and pulled upwards. He got out onto the platform right away, behind the three of them.

They turned, but Kieran had already fuelled an attack. He drew his tied hands backwards, and in the next second, forwards into the abdomen of the chubby man.

The man stood still for just two seconds before dropping to his knees, then crashing onto his stomach. The lean guy jerked forth and was about to rush in when Mr Stamps drew him back.

He then lunged the club at Kieran, who ducked beneath it and rushed into the midst of the two of them. The lean guy attacked faster, so Kieran sidestepped the two punches he threw and made a finishing blow to his chin. Teeth flew out of the man's mouth before he rolled into the river.

Right as Mr Stamps was about to try again, this time out of frustration, something hollered across the port.

The siren of police cars...

They glanced backwards to see two sedans and a black Benz revving down to where they were.

Mr Stamps cried, "Shit!" and he was about to rush back into his car when armies jumped out from the sedans, kneeling and pointing their guns at him.

"Freeze!" one of them ordered.

Mr Stamps gritted his teeth, staying in place with his hands above his head. Kieran saw Amanda run down from the Benz with Jaxon. He smiled and waved at them.

They seemed quite worried.

In a moment, the police had seized Mr Stamps, handcuffed him, and locked him in the sedan. Jaxon and Amanda ran to Kieran just as he came down from the platform.

Jaxon gripped his arms immediately, his worried, teary eyes searching him from head to toe. "Oh my God... look how battered you are!"

Kieran gave him a warm, forced smile.

Amanda apologised, bowing, "Forgive my lateness, sir. I should have got the police here earlier than now."

Kieran only nodded back and smiled at her too. In that moment, a middle-aged, uniformed soldier appeared, saluting before Kieran.

"Nice meeting you, Mr Holland. I'm Justin Edwards, the Assistant Commissioner of Police," the man greeted. He apologised, "Sorry for the delay, sir. I will report this back to my boss and apply for compensation. We're deeply sorry."

Kieran almost replied to that before recalling something. He then said, pointing back, "There's another guy in there. He slipped into the river... on his own."

Jaxon stole a glance at him.

The soldier chuckled too, finding the truth really obvious. But he said, "Ah... slipped on his own? That must have been luck for you, sir. I will get my men to bring him out. And while we do that, can you please come near the sedan? The medics will attend to your injuries, so they don't worsen. Shall we?"

Kieran nodded. "All right."

The soldier's voice trailed off as he walked with Kieran to the car. We would like you to leave a statement to aid the prosecution arm. I will send my men to your house next Monday, sir.

Jaxon glared at the sedan Mr Stamps was locked in, so enraged he didn't even know he wasn't taking a breath.

Amanda looked at him and cleared her throat. "You seem quite upset, Mr Jaxon."

Jaxon glanced at her, blinking. "What?"

Amanda crossed her arms and stepped forward, eyes staying on the car. "We will make sure he doesn't get away with this. Not at all. So, don't you worry about it, sir." And she left.

Jaxon continued blinking, staring at her until she walked away. What a surprise from this woman.

"Don't tell me she's more worried about me than... Kieran."

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