The words rang out, firm and resolute.
When Kayden Scott spoke of “my land,” his composure was as steady as a mountain.
The manager’s face twisted with disdain, her brows furrowed in rage. How dare a nobody like this act so smug? She snorted coldly, her voice dripping with scorn. “Your land? You’ve got some nerve!”
To her, Kayden was nothing more than a poor country bumpkin putting on airs. The sight of him pretending to be someone important was unbearable. Without hesitation, she shouted toward the door, “Security! Security!”
At her call, ten burly men in uniform stormed in. It wasn’t unusual for such a large Western-style restaurant to have that many security guards.
The guards surrounded Kayden in a tight circle, each one armed with a baton.
Their imposing presence loomed like a fortress around him. The manager, lacking the courage to handle things herself, turned to the foreigner, her tone filled with servility. “Mr. Stewart, how do you wish to handle this?”
Her intention was clear: to appease the foreigner. If he left unhappy, she could lose her job. The restaurant’s ironclad rule was simple-never offend foreigners.
Stewart sneered, rubbing his still-aching wrist and touching his bruised and swollen face. Fury burned in his eyes as he spat, “He broke my hand. Start by breaking both of his! As for his face, I’ll handle that myself.”
His voice was dripping with venom, and he stared at Kayden as though he could tear him apart then and there.
Sophie Walsh tightened her grip on Kayden’s arm, her fingers trembling slightly. She whispered, “Do you think you can take on that many of them?”
She’d seen him handle a brute before, but ten armed guards were another matter entirely. Yet somehow, she didn’t feel as afraid as she thought she should.
Kayden didn’t bother to answer. The first guard lunged at him, baton raised high like he was ready to split a mountain.
But before the baton could land, the man took a solid punch to the face and crumpled to the ground.
The second guard rushed in, meeting the same fate.
Three more came at him together, hoping to overpower him with numbers. But in mere moments, they too were laid out on the floor, unconscious.
Kayden moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior. By the time he was done, all ten guards were sprawled out like fallen dominos. They were no more threatening to him than children, even with their weapons.
Incredible!
Kayden Scott is just too strong!
So powerful, it’s downright terrifying!
The restaurant manager stood frozen in shock, her jaw slack and her mind refusing to process what had just happened. This wasn’t real-it couldn’t be. One man taking down ten guards? Ridiculous!
Stewart was equally dumbfounded, staring at the bodies on the floor before turning to the guards and shouting, “You’re all actors, right? This is a setup, isn’t it?”
Kayden chuckled softly, his tone as calm as ever. “Don’t waste your breath. They’re all out cold. Weaklings like them were never a threat to me.”
Stewart’s face drained of color, his bravado evaporating in an instant.
Meanwhile, the onlookers began whispering among themselves.
“Damn, who is this guy? Does he know martial arts?”
“Obviously! You think anyone else could do that?”
“This doesn’t mean he can start messing with foreigners, nor does it mean he can mess with the restaurant owner, Cohen Saunders. He might be able to beat ten, a hundred, even a thousand people, but who doesn’t know about Cohen’s background? If you pick a fight with foreigners on his turf, you’re still gonna end up dead!”
“Yeah, no way he’s getting out of this alive. What an idiot.”
“Seriously, all this over a woman. Totally not worth it.”
Their murmurs didn’t faze Kayden in the slightest. His gaze remained fixed on Stewart as he took a step forward. “Looks like I’ll have to break your hands myself. Otherwise, you’ll just keep causing trouble.”
Stewart backed away in a panic until he was pressed against a table, his fear written all over his face.
“You… You can’t do this!” he stammered, desperation seeping into his voice.
“Can’t I?” Kayden sneered, his voice icy. “On my land, I could kill you right here and now, and no one would dare say a word. Your pathetic life is mine to take if I so choose.”
At that moment, the woman Stewart had shoved earlier stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at Kayden. “You can’t do this! Do you even know who Stewart is? He works for the Frontier Society! You have no right to touch him!”
Unbelievable! At this point, she’s still licking up to him! This foreigner is hugging other women right in front of her, and not only is she not angry, but she’s actually supporting him, saying that what he’s doing is right. No wonder so many foreigners look down on the people of Seclela-it’s because of these spineless people that such behavior exists.
Kayden turned to her, his gaze cold and contemptuous. “And what exactly gives a bootlicker like you the right to lecture me?”
Her face flushed green with anger. “Who are you calling a bootlicker?”
Before she could say another word, Kayden struck her across the face, sending her sprawling to the ground.
He didn’t use full force-killing her would’ve been too merciful. A woman like her, groveling at the feet of a man who didn’t even respect her, wasn’t worth dirtying his hands for.
Glaring down at her trembling form, he said, “That slap was a gift. I could’ve ended you, but you’re not even worth that. You have no place on this land, polluting the air with your presence.”
And so, the fate of the bootlicker was sealed.