The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye)
Chapter 1276

"Okay, I'll go back and make some preparations. The two of us won't suffice."

Nathaniel knew that Mango wanted to look for Barack immediately, but what happened just now should have alerted Augustus. He didn't know if he would make an adjustment immediately. Now the faster party would win the game.

Mango nodded in reply.

After Nathaniel returned, he brought a team with him. They went into the mountain overnight with Mango overnight.

The mountain was huge. It was even connected to the surrounding mountains. Mango and Nathaniel didn't know where Barack was, so they could only search every mountain one by one.

On the other hand, as soon as Maverick entered the house, he was directly lashed by a whip. He didn't even try to hide as he took the hit directly.

There were barbs on the whip.

Maverick was whipped and there was immediately a laceration on his skin. The smell of blood filled the room, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

"B*stard! Have you forgotten about your father?" The lights in the room turned on all of a sudden.

A man in his fifties was sitting in the middle of the room, while a woman was sitting next to him. The woman looked at Maverick seducingly as she stroked Augustus's chest with a smile and said, "Augustus, why are you so angry? After all, Maverick is his blood brother. It seems impossible for you to prohibit him from contacting Nathaniel."

"Shut up! There's no place for your opinion here!"

Maverick shot daggers at the woman. His eyes were so cold that they were terrifying.

The woman shuddered involuntarily. Then she thought of Augustus, who was next to her, so she hurriedly said with some grievances, "Augustus, look at how your son is treating me."

"Alright, just shut up. I'm teaching my son a lesson. Why interrupt?"

Augustus frowned slightly as he was dissatisfied with the woman's interruption.

This time, she did not dare to speak at all.

Maverick looked at Augustus as blood was still dripping from his body, but he acted like he didn't feel the pain. He said coldly, "Father, can you spare him? He knows nothing at all now." "He doesn't know anything, huh? Why did he come to Longford County? Do you think he is really here with his wife and children for vacation? Maverick, don't forget who your father is! Go to the ancestral temple and kneel there You can't treat your wound or have any food and water without my permission. Take the time to reflect on what you should do and shouldn't do. Don't think I won't kill you just because you're my son. Otherwise I don't mind trapping you at the bottom of this mountain so that you'll never be free again."

The viciousness on Augustus's face was totally unrestrained as if the man in front of him was not his son, but just a stranger.

Maverick's heart was tearing apart in pain. He thought of Nick, the brother who always laughed heartlessly but had always trusted him.

He still remembered what Nick looked like when he talked about Nathaniel. He was so happy and warm. Maverick had never seen that kind of warmth on his father's face.

If he had not done the paternity test with Augustus behind the latter's back, he would really doubt if they were truly father and son.

From a young age, Agustus had been very strict with Maverick. He was so strict that the latter almost couldn't withstand it.

At that moment, he had wanted a mother by his side, even if it was to give him a hug, but unfortunately there was no one there. He envied Nathaniel for being able to grow up with Nick. Even if there were any sufferings, the two of them would share it together, while he had always been alone.

Maverick turned around coldly and went straight to the ancestral temple without saying a word.

The ancestral temple here was a little different. It did not display tablets of the ancestors of the Han family. There was only one person's memorial tablet in there, and that was Madeline's.

As Maverick looked at his mother's memorial tablet, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

He knelt on the ground. The wounds on his body were burning and blood was flowing freely. But Augustus didn't seem to notice it, and Maverick didn't care as well.

He just looked at his reflection on the memorial tablet as tears accumulated in his eyes.

"Mom, dad said that when you gave birth to me, you hoped I can grow up healthily. But now that you are gone, he seemed to have changed. These years, he grew more and more indulgent. He is surrounded by women all the time, and he has already forgotten. But every time I did something wrong, he would punish me by kneeling down to you. Isn't this funny?"

Maverick said as he mocked himself, but the door swung opened suddenly.

He was slightly stunned when he saw Augustus walking in with an indifferent expression.

"Are you complaining to your mother again? Are you tell her that I bullied you?"

"No, I didn't."

Maverick straightened his back as if this was the only way to show his stubbornness.

Augustus took a look at Madeline's memorial tablet before he took out a small porcelain bottle abruptly.

Maverick's facial expression changed when he saw the white porcelain bottle.

He held his hands were tightly together, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. However, he didn't speak.

Augustus seemed to have not noticed his reaction. He caressed the porcelain bottle and said in a low voice, "Do you know what your mother's village is good at? They're good at raising bugs and poisoning. They have been learning how to practice and raise bugs since the times of their ancestors. Your mom is great at it, but how did she give birth to you, such a good-for-nothing? The blood of Longford County runs in you, but you are so bad in this. I have placed a lot of hope on you since you're a child, but you always let me down. Maverick, how can you live up to your mom's legacy? Huh?"

Maverick didn't say a word as he stared straight at his mother's memorial tablet. There was a strained smile on his face.

Augustus wasn't pleased with his attitude.

"What's this? Are you ignoring me now? Do you really think that you can fight against me since you're such a strong adult now? Do you really think your stupid assassins can deal me any damage? Maverick, you're my son. You should do what I tell you to do. Today you even dare to ruin my plan. You like to talk to Nathaniel, right? Sure, then remember this day forever! I'd like to see if he will come to save you this time."

After he said that, he opened the porcelain bottle directly. A black bug jumped outside abruptly. It followed the scent of blood and instantly snuck into Maverick's body.

"Ouch!"

Maverick knelt on the ground and hugged himself tightly. His whole body was shivering, and beads of cold sweat were dripping onto the ground.

A black line was visible in his wound. Then it ran along his blood vessels quickly. Wherever it went, it caused Maverick so much pain that he wished he was dead.

Meanwhile, Augustus, said coldly, "You are Madeline's son, with the blood of Longford County in you. If you want to survive, find a way to defeat the bug. Otherwise, even the gods couldn't save you. You're my only son, but if you really die, I can still have another child with Leena. You know, she is only in her twenties. Your life belongs to you and you only. If you want to live, learn to utilize your mom's skills." After saying that, Augustus went outside straightaway and asked someone to lock the door.

Maverick was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground repeatedly.

There was nothing in this ancestral temple except for a few jars.

The jars were filled with bugs, some of which had just been caught and some of which were halffinished by Maverick. Every time he knelt in the ancestral temple, he had to fight for his life. He thought he was used to it, but this time he felt a little wrong.

He groaned because of the severe pain. His bloodshot eyes stared at Madeline's memorial tablet on the table as he asked word by word,

"Uh... Mum... why? My brother ignores me. Father doesn't like me either. Why did you give birth to me then..."

He smashed his head on the table, and the bright red blood dripped from his forehead onto the ground.

The bugs in his body seemed to smell the scent of blood and became more excited. They were going everywhere in his body.

Maverick finally couldn't hold back from howling. He screamed and wailed in a sharp voice that scared the guards guarding the temple.

How he wished he could die right now, but he couldn't do that now.

He had made it through so many years. Why should he die?

The bugs!

This time, he didn't know what poisonous bugs Augustus placed into his body. It was so powerful.

His clothes were drenched with sweat.

He felt that every inch of his skin was being bitten by something, and every bone in him was being torn and cut into.

He took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and put the medicine into his mouth with trembling hands. Soon he began to vomit.

A large amount of blackened blood spurted out from his mouth, coupled with numerous nematodes that were squirming inside. It was a terrifying sight.

Maverick took a breath as he finally lit the lighter to ignite the dark blood. His bloodshot eyes look extremely gloomy with the cracking sound of burning.

He was like a demon in hell with no trace of emotion.

After taking a deep breath, he aimed the lighter squarely at his wound.

The intense heat made the bug inside him uneasy.

He immediately sensed its exact position. He took out his military dagger and stabbed it towards his chest mercilessly.

At the same time, he smashed the big jar next to him. As soon as the scorpion inside came into contact with the outside air, it was captured by Maverick directly as he stuffed it into his wound on the chest. The two bugs were fighting inside his body.

It was so painful that he almost fainted but too bad he didn't pass out.

He could only grit his teeth and hold on as time passed by.

More than an hour later, the scorpion finally killed the bug that Augustus put in his body, but it was almost dead itself as well.

Maverick dug it out with the dagger and burn it alive on fire directly. Then he took out a medicine bottle and poured himself a pill for detoxification. Then only he lay flat on the cold floor.

He escaped death once again. Now he was so skilled at eliminating the bugs every time. His body had already been badly hurt by those bugs.

However, there were still restlessness and excitement in him.

He didn't know why he had to live like this, but now he had an objective.

It was a very clear but absurd goal.

Maverick looked at Madeline's memorial tablet on the table as an evil smile graced his lips.

"Mom, do you see that? This is the man you chose for yourself back then. This is the man whom you told not to let me learn about those bugs. I really didn't take the initiative to learn about bugs myself, but since I was four years old, I had to learn about these things in order to survive. Will you still think that your decision back then was right when you saw this now?"