Kayden Scott moved in silently, grabbing the foreign man’s wrist with a grip like a steel vice. His hand clamped down so tightly it felt like he could tear the man’s joints apart with sheer force, leaving the guy screaming in pain, his steps staggering backward in terror.
Finally, the foreigner got a good look at the one restraining him-it was him, the so-called broke loser who had been sitting across from Sophie Walsh.
The realization hit him like a truck, and his pride burned like acid in his veins. Being overpowered by a “nobody,” and worse, by someone from Seclela? The humiliation was unbearable.
“You-you bastard! Do you even know who I am?” the man barked.
Kayden didn’t care. In his eyes, this guy was nothing but trash-no, worse, the kind of garbage that belongs in a landfill.
And Kayden wasn’t just holding back; he tightened his grip.
“Aaaargh!” The foreigner crumpled to the floor, knees hitting the ground with a thud, his body curling into a pathetic heap. Waves of agony swept through him. He’d never imagined this man could be so terrifyingly strong.
Behind Kayden, Sophie Walsh’s heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his back. It wasn’t wide or overly muscular, but it exuded a sense of safety that made her feel invincible.
She had felt this once before-back at the station, when Kayden had protected her from that brute and Declan Black’s thugs. It was then that she began to fall for Kayden Scott. He was the kind of person with a strong sense of justice, always standing firm to protect her, and she truly enjoyed those moments. She wished more than anything that this man wasn’t just a trophy boy toy for Sariah Faulkner.
Even if he were a regular university professor, Sophie Walsh would chase him without hesitation. Even if her family opposed it, she would still marry him without a second thought.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to clutch the edge of Kayden’s shirt, her admiration for him growing deeper with every second.
Meanwhile, the foreigner’s shrieks filled the room. His girlfriend, panicked and flustered, stomped her feet in frustration. “What are you doing? Do you even know who he is? Let him go! Let him go right now!”
She stamped her feet on the ground in frustration, looking both anxious and helpless.
Kayden didn’t so much as glance at her. This woman was just as despicable as the man groveling on the floor. She acted all high and mighty with her own people, but turned into a lapdog for someone like this? Disgusting. Without a word, Kayden’s grip tightened even more. The man’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of pain, his eyes watering as he whimpered incoherently.
His hand hurt, and he felt like his joints were about to be torn off. “You… you’re finished. You’re so fucking finished,” he managed to spit out through gritted teeth.
A threat? Now? Where did he get the guts? Who gave him the courage? Kayden knew all too well that it was the sycophants in the Western restaurant who had fueled his arrogance.
Kayden had always hated this kind of scum-close to death, yet still daring to threaten him!
He raised his free hand and delivered a slap so powerful it echoed through the room like a gunshot. The man’s head snapped to the side, and a tooth flew out of his mouth. He tumbled backward, crashing into a table, only to have a plate of steak land square on his face.
The room fell into stunned silence as the foreigner writhed on the floor.
Kayden loomed over him like a predator, his voice low and menacing, “Who gave you the right to act like a king on my soil?”
This wasn’t just any land-it was a land Kayden had fought to protect. For years, he had risked his life on the front lines, facing some of the deadliest enemies. He had kept these borders safe, ensuring no outsider could even dream of setting foot here without trembling.
And yet, here was this foreigner, strutting around like he owned the place. And then there were people from Seclela saying that he was in the wrong, that he shouldn’t have hit him, that he should have knelt before him and apologized, and even handed over his woman for him to sleep with.
This was an insult!
This was an insult to the warriors who protect this land!
This was an insult to this land itself!
He couldn’t stand seeing a foreigner so arrogantly causing havoc in his homeland, and he felt a deep sense of betrayal from those who stood idly by. To think that, after ten years of proudly guarding his territory, he had to live among such indifferent people-it broke his heart and left him utterly disappointed.
He cherished this land, he protected its people, but what were they doing?
Where was their pride?
Where was Seclela’s five-thousand-year legacy of honor?
He was furious! Furious that this self-righteous foreigner was bullying his people, even more so that these sycophants were licking the boots of foreigners.
The world was indeed filled with too much trash, and some of it needed to be cleaned up.
“You’re finished, you’re finished! How dare you hit me! How dare you hit me here!” The foreigner shook his head, holding himself up, glaring at Kayden Scott with a look that said he wanted to devour him.
His girlfriend hurried to help him up, her face full of anxiety. She patted his back gently and asked with great concern, “Are you okay? Stewart?”
The foreigner shoved the woman aside as if she were nothing more than a pile of garbage. Then, with fury, he shouted at the stunned manager, “Are you blind? I’ve been beaten to this state in your restaurant, and you haven’t done anything about it?”
The restaurant manager finally found her voice, though it was shaky with fear. “S-sir… you… you’ve made a huge mistake. Do you even know who this gentleman is? He’s a member of Frontier Society! You’re finished!”
Kayden Scott couldn’t help but laugh to himself. In his eyes, this guy was nothing more than a trash.
Kayden’s eyes flashed with contempt. “Frontier Society?” He scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Is that supposed to mean something? What’s next-are you going to tell me it’s against restaurant policy to hit them?”
The restaurant manager glared at Kayden, who was so arrogantly smug, and she felt a deep hatred in her heart. This guy actually dared to hit a foreigner while she was on duty. This was the first time in the restaurant’s three-year history that something like this had happened.
The manager clenched her fists, rage and frustration contorting her face. “You… you fool! Do you even realize what you’ve done? Hitting him is like signing your own death warrant!”
“Death warrant?” Kayden’s lips curled into a mocking grin. “Let me make one thing clear: this is my land. And I want to see just who has the guts to take my life.”