Chapter 55 You Had Brought This upon Yourself
Douglas and the others stared at James in disbelief.
Piper, who had fallen, stared at James incredulously, forgetting his pain.
No one had expected that James would dare to fight back in this situation.
This was simply courting death.
Isabella shared this sentiment, and she was so angry that her chest hurt.
She thought, 'Is this bastard not clear that he should bow his head and submit at this time? If he insists on fighting like this, the result will be him getting beaten up, and it could even involve Mary and me. It could even lead to us getting into trouble. Such a troublemaker.'
Isabella screamed in her mind.
"You dare to hit me." Piper, clutching her face, echoed in disbelief, "You actually dared to hit me."
James didn't waste words, stepping forward and delivering another slap.
Piper couldn't dodge in time and was sent flying by James's slap.
Piper screamed, staggering into Douglas's arms.
Douglas was furious.
Mary and Isabella were completely stunned. James was overwhelmingly dominant.
It seemed there was no turning back now.
At that moment, Piper clutched her face, her voice filled with rage and despair. "Bastard! You dare to insult me time and again. I want you dead!"
"Kill him for me." She gestured furiously at James. "Kill him."
Douglas roared, his voice thunderous. "Brat, you've crossed the line. Go, cripple him."
A dozen thugs rushed forward.
James sneered, not retreating but advancing, charging directly into the crowd of thugs.
After a cacophony of clashing and crashing, all the goons were sprawled on the ground, their limbs twisted in unnatural angles.
Douglas and Piper's faces blanched, utterly shocked by James's display of strength. A dozen men, and they couldn't take him down.
As James began to approach, Douglas spat out a warning. "Don't you dare come closer."
But just then, James moved with an unnerving swiftness.
Douglas hadn't even seen clearly when he felt a tightness around his neck.
James grabbed Douglas by the throat and hurled him toward the windshield.
The shocking impact shattered the windshield instantly, and Douglas's body was embedded in it.
The force was terrifying.
"Revenge?" James smiled coldly, "Daring to target Mary, you all are asking for it."
"You... who exactly are you?" Douglas's mouth hung open, his face filled with shock.
This was like something out of a Bruce Lee movie.
Douglas found it hard to believe that James, known merely as a son-in-law living under his wife's roof, could be this formidable. He couldn't help but suspect that James might be concealing a far more impressive identity.
Piper was also panicking, fumbling with her phone.
"It's none of your business who I am. Just remember, I'm someone you can't afford to mess with." James approached Piper and kicked her away.
Piper screamed again, causing Isabella to cover her mouth.
At that moment, several dump trucks arrived.
The trucks stopped, and the back doors opened; dozens of burly men wearing hard hats and carrying shovels and hammers disembarked.
Their skin was bronze, and they looked menacing.
"You're done for, brat." Douglas's eyes sparkled with a cruel gleam. "The ones you just fought were mere small-time thugs I paid off, and they're weaklings. But now, with Jared here, you are doomed. Jared has tasted blood before. After he's finished with you, we'll dump your body in some forgotten playground and bury you."
Douglas became excited again.
Piper, still clutching her face, also screamed, "You're done for."
Isabella's face changed slightly, thinking, 'Jared? It seems like James is really in trouble. That man is a big shot.'
"Jared?" James let out a cold laugh.
He looked towards a middle-aged man standing behind a crowd of burly men.
"Jared Sullivan, get your ass over here!" He shouted into the crowd.
Douglas and others were taken aback for a moment, and then they began to sneer.
Such ignorance! To challenge Jared in this manner was akin to signing his own death warrant.
Piper snorted, clearly thinking James was courting death.
At this time, Jared Sullivan, who was at the back of the crowd wearing a safety helmet, was almost scared out of his wits by James's words.
Could he not recognize James's voice?
He practically stumbled and crawled his way forward.
And then, he really saw James.
"Jared, kill this kid for me." Douglas shouted excitedly, "I'll give you ten million dollars."
"Jared, kill him." Piper chimed. "I'll sleep with you."
Jared nearly tripped over those words.
He charged at the two, directly slapping Douglas and Piper, sending them sprawling on the ground.
Jared shouted, "Go to hell, you're trying to get me killed!"
Jared ignored the miserable duo, walking up to James and quickly bowing. "James, I'm sorry, so sorry!"
James?
Douglas and Piper swallowed hard, utterly shocked.
Who was this James that not only Patrick but even Jared treated with such respect and fear?
Isabella was mind-blown, at a loss for words.
"They wanted to kill me." James looked at Jared and spoke lightly, "And you brought people, too."
Jared immediately looked distressed."James, I didn't know it was you."
Jared quickly explained, "Douglas is a distant cousin of mine. I was just returning from inspecting a construction site when I got their message about dealing with someone troublesome. I thought I'd stop by since it was on the way, just to show face. I never intended to oppose you, James."
Given his friendship with Jacob, his demonstrated ability to topple the Nathan siblings, and his control over his own fertility, it would be foolhardy for Jared to dare challenge him.
James then asked, "If it were someone else, would you have helped kill them?"
Jared was sweating profusely. "James, I..."
James slapped Jared across the face. "So if it were someone else, would another innocent person die by your hand?"
Jared quickly waved his hands. "I was wrong. I won't do it again."
James delivered another slap. "If you ever act recklessly again, I'll start with you."
Jared nodded repeatedly. "Understood, understood."
James finally stopped. "No next time."
Isabella was stunned!
Piper and Douglas were also shocked.
The fearless Jared Sullivan was as meek as a lamb in front of James.
They couldn't accept it.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Jared nodded repeatedly, relieved that his life was spared.
"Handle the rest of it."James dropped these words, then turned and left.
Piper asked, "Damn, who is this bastard?"
After James left, Douglas, enduring the pain, stared at the distant red BMW. "That arrogant bastard, fine, I'll take the loss today. Who cares who he is? Once I'm healed, I'll ask Keith for help and borrow some real fighters, not these losers. I'll definitely kill him. And his wife, Mary, I'll torment her on the bed for three days and three nights and tie him up to watch."
He vented his anger and was also disgruntled with Jared Sullivan, who didn't retaliate at all; he just stood there and took the beating.
How powerful could James be? With Keith backing him, he now seemed to command the very skies above Rosewood City.
Piper's eyes gleamed. "Tell Keith to give me a chance to kill James myself."
"Mr. Brown, Ms. Phillips." Jared lit a cigarette. "You guys are out of chances."
As he spoke, two shovels struck Douglas and Piper on the head.
Blood spurted.
Piper fell stiffly, her skull shattered.
Douglas blocked with his arm, avoiding a fatal blow, but screamed as he fell.
He waved his hands over his head, hysterically screaming, "Jared, I was wrong, I was wrong."
Jared didn't even look back, heading towards the construction vehicle.
Douglas's face was filled with despair. "I have information. I need to live. I heard from Keith. He's coming back."
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