Chapter 6

Victor looked down at them from above, his eyes like he was looking at a pile of trash.

"Go back and tell Hazel not to insult me with these cheap tricks . I'll leave naturally after seeing Amelia tomorrow. But if there's a next time, you'll all have to die."

The cold words cut across the eight men's eardrums like blades.

They didn't dare linger for another second. Supporting each other, they scrambled and crawled out of the guest room.

After sending off these uninvited guests, Victor turned off the lights and lay back down on the bed.

On the other side, Hazel's face was ashen as she looked at the eight disheveled elite guards before her.

"Can someone tell me what exactly happened?"

These eight men were top-tier experts she had hired at great expense from overseas.

Normally, forget about dealing with an ordinary person—they could even take on an entire security team. But now, they had fled back like stray dogs.

The leader swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Mrs. Martinez, that Victor is not an ordinary person at all. He took us all down in just five seconds."

Hazel shot to her feet, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Repeat that. Did you say five seconds?"

"Five seconds, absolutely true."

Hazel's face contorted with rage.

Taking down eight overseas mercenaries in five seconds? This was simply absurd!

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her shock.

"What else did he say?"

"He said he'll leave after seeing Ms. Martinez tomorrow, and told you not to use these dirty tricks again."

"How dare he!"

Hazel slammed the table, her well-maintained face slightly contorted.

A country bumpkin from the backwaters dared to lecture her!

Just then, the sharp roar of an engine suddenly came from outside the villa.

The butler ran in looking panicked.

"Mrs. Martinez, this is bad! Mr. Dash Carter has forced his way in! He brought over thirty people, all armed!"

Hazel frowned.

"Dash? What's he going crazy about in the middle of the night?"

The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I heard he's coming for that Victor."

"Apparently, at the yacht party a few days ago, Ms. Martinez had compared Mr. Carter to Victor , saying he wasn't even as good as a criminal."

"Mr. Carter felt insulted and brought people to settle the score with Victor."

Hazel was stunned at first, then a cold smile curved her lips.

"Let's go watch the show."

At the Martinez Villa gate, seven Range Rovers were lined up in a row.

Over thirty fierce-looking thugs blocked the entrance completely.

Dash stood at the front, twirling a butterfly knife, his face twisted with malice.

Hazel hurried out with the butler.

"Mr. Carter, quite the show of force in the middle of the night."

Dash didn't even deign to look at her, his tone arrogant , "Mrs. Martinez, I'm only here for that bastard Victor tonight. I don't want trouble with the Martinez family. Hand him over and I'll leave immediately."

Hazel was secretly delighted. She had just been worried about how to deal with Victor, and now this ready-made excuse had delivered itself.

"You're joking. Victor is in the guest room on the east side. But this has nothing to do with the Martinez family. Help yourself."

Hazel directly cleared the way.

Dash snorted coldly and charged into the Martinez Villa with his thirty-plus men.

With a loud crash, the guest room door was kicked open.

Victor, who had only just closed his eyes, was forced to open them again

He sat up from the bed, his gaze coldly sweeping over the crowd flooding into the room.

"Does everyone in the Martinez family enjoy dropping by like this in the middle of the night?"

Dash pushed through the crowd, pointing at Victor's nose and cursing, "You're that damn Victor?"

"A criminal just out of prison dares to be mentioned in the same breath as me?"

Victor frowned slightly, a flash of impatience in his eyes.

"And who are you?"

Dash scoffed, as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke.

"I am Dash of the Carter family!"

"That bitch Amelia actually used trash like you to mock me. I won't tolerate such an insult! If you don't kneel down and kowtow to me three times today, I'll cripple you!"

Victor sighed helplessly, looking at Dash like he was looking at an idiot.

"What if I don't kneel?"

Dash's face turned vicious as he waved his hand, "Beat him! Just don't kill him!"

Outside in the hallway, Hazel hid in the shadows with the butler, waiting to watch Victor get destroyed.

Inside the room, over thirty thugs armed with clubs and blades pounced on Victor like wolves.

In the narrow space, blades flashed.

But Victor still sat on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to stand up.

Just as a blade was about to strike his face—

The thud of heavy impacts and the crisp snap of breakig bones filled the room

In just over ten seconds, all thirty-plus burly men were lying on the ground.

Wails filled the air, not one person could still stand.

The once-crowded room was now strewn with moaning bodies.

The viciousness on Dash's face hadn't yet faded before it completely froze.

His legs trembled as he kept backing up and fell to the ground.

Victor walked slowly to Dash and looked down at him from above.

"You just said you'd cripple me?"

Victor's flat tone was devoid of emotion.

To Dash's ears, this voice was even more terrifying than the voice of death itself.

"Sir, I was wrong!"

Dash crawled and scrambled to kneel before Victor, frantically kowtowing, "I was blind, I'm a bastard! Please be merciful and spare me!"

His forehead struck the hard floor tiles, quickly seeping blood.

Victor looked away in disgust, as if looking at a disgusting bug.

"Get lost."

As if granted amnesty, Dash scrambled to his feet and fled from the room.

Around the corner in the hallway, Hazel stared at this scene, her scalp tingling.

She had hoped Dash would help her get rid of this insufferable country bumpkin.

Who could have imagined that over thirty thugs couldn't touch a single hair on Victor's head!

The butler swallowed, his voice trembling, "Mrs. Martinez, what kind of monster is this Victor?"

Hazel's face was ugly. She clenched her teeth, a flash of unwillingness in her eyes.

"So what if he can fight? In this territory, you need power and connections to survive."

"He's just a brute. Let's see how long he can stay arrogant!"

Though she said this, Hazel's voice clearly lacked its previous confidence.

Victor watched Dash's scrambling figure, dusted off his hands, and turned toward the main hall.

After all the commotion tonight, it seemed unncessary to wait until tomorrow—he could discuss the marriage annulment right now.

The lights in the main hall were still on. Aiden clearly hadn't rested yet.

Victor crossed the threshold and immediately spotted Aiden wearing a gray outer garment.

He was sitting in a chair flipping through an old book, his expression showing some detachment.

Victor had no interest in guessing what he was reading and walked forward.

"Mr. Martinez, eight bodyguards came to 'visit' my room tonight. Do you know about this?"