"Whoa!" Niles exclaimed when he saw his brother's build.

"Bro, you've been working out! But those scars! Look, man. I know plastic surgeons.

I can make an appointment for you if you want. You can get those scars removed and become a model after you retire from the military. I'll be your agent. We'll make so much money we could stuff a mattress with it.

Hahaha!"

Niles looked as if he were seeing tons of bank notes flying towards him. His eyes glittered with greed and excitement.

Wesley put on his pajamas in silence. When Niles was back to playing on his phone, the soldier tackled him, held him face down on the bed, a knee in his back.

“Ow! Quit it! I was wrong!"

Niles pleaded a long time before Wesley finally let him off.

But Niles never Learned his lesson. Wesley released him and was going to march him into the bathroom, but the younger brother spoke again

“You're always beating me up. How about you let up and I'll teach you how to chase girls? Come on! Don't stare at me like that. I can help you net Blair. Eh? What's with the fist? Ah!"

The older brother landed a punch on Niles’ jaw. But Wesley wasn't done.

He raised his fist to hit him again. To save his life, Niles threatened, "If you hit me again, I'll send this video to Blair!"

He lifted his phone to show Wesley what he was talking about.

But Wesley ignored him. He continued raining blows on him, this time on his back. Niles clicked on the video and shoved his phone close to

Wesley's face.

The video he was playing made Wesley stop. It was set in a hospital ward. Blair Lay in the hospital bed unconscious. The soldier sat by the bed, stroking her hand.

Seeing the video, Wesley snatched Niles’ phone away from him and bellowed, “How could you record this, you creep!”

Niles cringed into a corner as Wesley deleted the video.

“I have another copy. Unless you beat me to death tonight, I'll send this to

Blair even if I have to use my last breath. I'1l let her know what a hypocrite my big brother is. Humph!"

After deleting the video, Wesley threw Niles‘ phone back to him. As

Wesley approached, Niles could hear the knuckles of his brother's hands cracking.

"You threatened me. Know what happened to the last guy who did that?" Wesley said.

“No. What happened to him?" Niles asked. His heart was hammering in his chest. He knew what awaited him if his threat didn't work—another round of Wesley's fists. Niles was anxious. He could only think of one person who could save him. Curling up in a corner, he secretly dialed Blair's number.

When Wesley was close enough, he dragged Niles to the edge of the bed and told him in a menacing tone, "I cracked his skull open. He's probably been reincarnated by now. Want what he got?"