Enraged by the command, Zayden quivered.

The thought of imprisonment was unbearable! As the guard swung his baton towards him, Zayden resisted.

Having spent years working on the farm, he was strong enough to withstand a blow and even quickly grab the baton. He swung the baton wildly, gritting his teeth, and yelled, “Step back! I’ve been part of a murder case, and I’m not afraid to act!” The guards, unprepared for such aggression, exchanged worried looks. With the baton in Zayden’s fierce grip, they had no choice but to call for additional help.

“You two are in serious trouble now! What started as a small issue has now turned into a huge problem!” One of the guards issued a warning as he called for backup. At that moment, the door swung open abruptly.

Seeing the situation unfold inside the room, Samuel reacted swiftly, moving forward and delivering a powerful kick.

His foot hit Zayden’s chest with precision, sending him hurtling into the wall before he had a chance to react. Zayden let out a piercing scream.

“Ah! My bones! My bones are broken!”

Wrenley hurried to his side, her expression etched with worry.

“Are you alright? Which bone did you break?” At that moment, Zayden was her pillar.

Without him, Wrenley doubted her ability to cope with the challenges ahead.

She gritted her teeth and glared at Samuel with intense fury.

“Who are you? You do realize assault is a crime?”

Samuel’s expression was cold, his presence reminiscent of Vincent’s, though slightly less daunting. Yet, it was enough to unsettle Wrenley.

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“Speak again, and I’ll break his leg,” Samuel hissed. His stern gaze remained fixed on Zayden, who continued to howl in agony, as he shouted, “Quiet!”

Zayden abruptly stopped, overwhelmed by pain.

He had underestimated Samuel, dismissing him as nonthreatening. Yet without even grasping Samuel’s attire, he found himself with two fractured ribs.

The security guards were stunned.

One muttered under his breath, “Was he the backup you called? That kick was phenomenal.”

The other, still holding his phone, responded in confusion, “No, I don’t even know him.”

Samuel had headed straight for the hospital after coming back from the winding mountain roads.

Vincent, always one step ahead, had guessed that hospital security might be inadequate and had Samuel stand by.

It was a recent message from Vincent that had prompted Samuel.

Samuel instructed the guards, “Handle the rest as you should.”

Task complete, Samuel was ready to return home for some much-needed rest.

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