I became a son-in-law in the United States

Chapter 28 Bad Seed

Daniel's mouth dropped open. He never expected his brother-in-law to be so fierce, taking on three opponents with ease. He was absolutely amazing!

He did something he wouldn't dare to do, and did it so well! Daniel was so excited.

The others also looked astonished, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Alice looked at Luther as if he were an angel descended from heaven.

Yes, in her eyes, Luther was an angel. In a place where even Daniel and her older brother were powerless, a powerful angel descended from heaven and saved her from the devil's clutches.

But Luther didn't look at the group of people. Instead, he focused his gaze on Lowell, slowly squatted down, and lowered his head to meet Lowell's gaze.

"You say she's Irish and doesn't deserve to be here. But weren't your ancestors Puritans who fled on the Mayflower?"

Luther's voice was not loud, but his words were clear.

He could have solved the problem with force, but he knew perfectly well that force could not solve anything.

The best way to deal with someone like Lowell is to mentally crush him, which is far more powerful than physical force.

"Ultimately, weren't your ancestors also unable to make it in England, ostracized in the Netherlands, and forced to come to this wild land? If you truly claim to be the masters of this land, the first people to arrive here, then shouldn't the true masters of this land be the Native Americans?"

Lowell's expression changed when Native Americans were mentioned.

It wasn't anger, but rather a kind of awkwardness that was hard to explain.

Because it's true, everyone knows what happened.

Where those Native Americans ended up is no secret.

They were slaughtered, driven away, treated like livestock, and finally labeled as "savages" and disposed of on some random pretext.

The old, the children, the men and women—their flesh and bones had long since become one with this land, turning into the empire's most tragic fuel.

In fact, almost every page of the entire westward expansion of the United States is stained with the blood of Native Americans.

The Lowell family was one of the biggest beneficiaries of the westward expansion.

Others might not know these things, but Luther knew them very well. After all, he was a Chinese youth at heart, and his knowledge was astounding.

Luther didn't stop; his voice was like a knife, cutting away the truth of what happened back then, bit by bit, in front of everyone.

"And what have you done? You slaughtered the Native Americans, seized this land, and called it your home. Is this really your home? The only difference between you and the Irish is that you arrived a hundred years earlier. You took the good position, and then shut the door and told those who came after you, 'You are not worthy.'"

He released Lowell's arm, stood up, and looked down at him.

"Ultimately, the reason you are 'rich' today is not because you are more noble than others, but because your ancestors came early or happened to get rich, that's all."

At this point, Lowell completely lost his composure.

It wasn't because of the pain, but because Luther's words almost negated the Lowell family!

In his world, everyone's narrative points in the same direction: the Lowell family of Boston, with a long history and prestigious status, are the founders of the city and the pillars of America.

From elementary school to Harvard, every textbook, every teacher, and every lecture reinforces this narrative.

But Luther dissected this narrative piece by piece in an almost surgical manner.

The bones and flesh inside were exposed, and the scene was cruel, ugly, and full of sin.

And so, when the truth is revealed to the public, when the veil of wealth is lifted, the audience will realize that it's nothing special.

There was a moment of silence, and then the audience was completely ignited.

"Yes! This gentleman is right!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something.

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if the first crack had appeared on a dam, followed by a surge of more voices.

"These guys just got here early and were lucky!"

"They're even more ruthless! Their family is involved in the slave trade!"

"Shameless!"

"Hit him!"

"Kill him!"

"Fuck him!"

"Kill them!"

"Hang him!"

The crowd's emotions exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

The voices came from all directions, men and women alike, all filled with anger. Especially when Luther's words revealed this final layer of truth, the people who had been oppressed for so long finally broke their silence, and under Luther's leadership, some rose up in resistance.

Seeing this scene of intense emotion, Lowell was truly frightened this time.

If it were just an individual, of course no one would dare to disrespect the Lowell family. But if hundreds of people attacked and killed him together, then even using the family's power would be useless.

After all, with so many people involved, how could the police possibly manage it all? Even if the Lowell family is powerful, they can't kill them all, right?

At that moment, that delicate face began to contort, and fear appeared in his gray-blue eyes for the first time.

If someone can't resist pouncing on me the next moment, I'll definitely be torn to pieces.

Thinking of this, Lowell was like an eel, desperately trying to shrink back, but because Luther held him firmly, he couldn't move.

But this is for the best. With Luther in front, the lunatics in the first row won't pounce on him; they are still wary of Luther.

Of course, Luther himself knew his limits; he only wanted to protect Alice, not actually kill Lowell.

As for this scene of public outrage, he simply wanted to show these blue-blooded nobles that in the face of the true power of the people, so-called bloodlines are insignificant.

He looked at Lowell and chuckled softly:

"So you see, you are not noble. You only have one head and two legs. You bleed and feel pain just like everyone else. You can be beaten to death, can't you?"

This time, Lowell had learned his lesson. The ferocity on his face was gone, replaced by an unprecedented obedience and docility, like a chameleon.

Facing Luther and the audience who could turn into thugs at any moment, he had to act with caution.

As for the other two lackeys of the Pig Club, he can no longer count on them.

If begging for mercy would save him from danger, then he would.

"Sir, I was wrong. I shouldn't have offended you and this young lady. I apologize, I sincerely apologize."

Lowell nodded repeatedly and even apologized to Alice, but Alice was clearly frightened and quickly hid behind Luther.

Seeing this, Luther glanced at his two henchmen who were already cowering to the side, then at Lowell, and sighed:

"So in my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of ignorant bastards."