Chapter 493 I Am Very Unhappy
"Back off!" Mary slapped Katya's pointing finger away and stepped forward to face Zane. "Are you Zane?"
Her aggressive tone stunned everyone in the room. This wasn't the pleading approach they'd expected.
Katya froze in confusion. Wasn't Mary here to beg Zane for mercy? Why did she look ready for confrontation? What gave her the right to be so bold?
The bodyguards crossed their arms, smirking, curious to see how this would play out.
Zane frowned but didn't answer. He kept his legs propped on the coffee table, his massive frame lounging on the sofa as he sipped his whiskey—the picture of arrogance.
In his mind, he was already imagining what he'd do to Mary tonight.
"Zane, are you deaf?" James directed his gaze at the man. "Or just a coward?"
"Damn it!" Before Zane could respond, a tattooed young man stepped forward, pointing aggressively at Mary. "Mr. Lowe invited you alone. Who said you could bring a man with you?"
He threatened, "Wasn't what happened to Abigail enough of a lesson? Want to end up crippled too?"
Several of his companions snickered, clearly aware of Abigail's hit-and-run.
James scanned the group. "So it was you who arranged to hit Christopher."
"Disrespectful bastard! Who gave you permission to speak here?" the tattooed man snarled. "How dare you address Mr. Lowe by his first name? Do you have a death wish?"
He barked an order, "Someone break his arms and throw him out!"
Three burly bodyguards rolled up their sleeves and approached James while the tattooed man grabbed a baseball bat. Several glamorous women nestled against their companions, shooting Mary contemptuous looks.
"Zane, don't push your luck," Mary warned coldly.
"Miss Smith, I thought you came with sincerity tonight, but you're just here to cause trouble." Zane's eyes traveled over Mary's body with predatory intent. "That disappoints me."
"However, I'll give you one more chance. Spend the night with me, and I won't harm your friend. I'll even leave your family alone. Otherwise, they will never leave Sovereign City." He exhaled a cloud of alcohol-laced breath and pointed at James. "And this guy—his fate will be worse. I'll make him wish he were dead."
"Don't question my words, or you'll regret it." Zane regarded James as if he were already a corpse.
Before Mary could respond, James let out a cold laugh. "If you want to break my limbs, you'd better have the ability to do it."
Katya and the other women snickered. This James was truly ignorant—did he really think he could fight three men alone?
"Kid, you're asking for it," the tattooed man sneered. "Take him down."
The three bodyguards charged at James, aiming their fists at his midsection. As they closed in, they sensed something dangerous, but before they could identify the source, James was already moving.
His fist struck the first man with lightning speed. The bodyguard never saw it coming—only felt darkness envelop him. He didn't lose consciousness, though, because James's other fist had already connected with his abdomen like an iron hammer. The pain kept him brutally awake.
Simultaneously, James kicked the other two men. One slammed against the wall and crumpled, his body seemingly falling apart. The other crashed onto a table, shattering glass, blood trickling from his mouth.
Katya and the women screamed and scattered.
"Mr. Lowe, is this all your bodyguards can do?" James remained positioned in front of Mary, his resolute face calm yet imposing.
The room fell silent again. Several women looked at James with surprise, clearly not expecting such explosive power from his frame. Now they understood why Mary had brought him.
But their amazement was fleeting. In this world, physical prowess counted for little compared to money and power.
"You've done it now," Katya muttered, shaking her head.
As she lamented Mary's fate, James beckoned to the tattooed man still holding the baseball bat. The man had planned to wait until his companions subdued James before breaking his hands with the bat. Now the situation had dramatically changed.
Having witnessed James's prowess, he hesitated to charge forward, fearing the consequences.
At that moment, Zane, while on his phone, nodded at him encouragingly.
"Get him!"
The tattooed man gritted his teeth and lunged forward, swinging the bat at James's neck—a blow that would kill or cripple if it connected.
James suddenly caught his wrist, twisted his arm backward, and delivered an elbow strike to his spine. The man's face contorted in agony as he let out a piercing scream. When he collapsed, his body was as limp as mud.
James looked at Zane challengingly. "Mr. Lowe, these bodyguards are inadequate. Got any better fighters?"
James's effortless takedown of four men was impressive, but while Katya and the others fell silent, Zane merely gave him a dismissive glance.
He took another sip of whiskey. "Young man, don't be so arrogant."
He lectured James casually, pointing his finger with wild confidence. "You think you're impressive because you knocked down a few of my bodyguards? Don't be childish. Do you realize your actions violate the law? Assaulting people in public, causing serious injuries—that's prison time! Prepare to face legal consequences."
"Oh, and I just received an interesting video. Since we've met by fate, let me share it with you."
He snapped his fingers lazily, and an associate immediately turned on a projector. Zane took out his phone and played a video.
Mary narrowed her eyes as the footage appeared.
On screen, a middle-aged man covered in injuries was suspended from a crane, spinning in mid-air above dark, murky water.
When his face turned toward the camera, James and Mary's expressions changed dramatically.
It was Christopher!
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