"We need a quick victory. Don't keep the Director waiting."
Shaggy stretched his neck.
"Understood."
S-Cube grinned.
The next second!
Bang!
The ground gave a dull thud, and S-Cube's figure vanished from the spot.
No, he didn't vanish—he was too fast.
Under the enhancement of the serum's sevenfold physique, his explosive power had already surpassed human limits.
Before one bodyguard could even clearly see the figure, he felt as if his abdomen had been struck by a high-speed heavy truck.
Pfft!
The bodyguard doubled over like a shrimp, his feet leaving the ground as he was sent flying several meters, smashing hard into a roadside trash can and instantly passing out.
"What?!"
The remaining bodyguards were horrified, but the nightmare had only just begun.
Shaggy and S-Cube were like two fierce tigers charging into a flock of sheep, moving with lightning speed, their punches and kicks weighing a thousand jun.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of cracking bones and screams rang out one after another.
The bodyguards who usually considered themselves experts were like slow-motion targets in front of the two men, completely unable to fight back.
Barely half a minute passed.
More than twenty bodyguards lay scattered across the ground, wailing everywhere, none able to stand up.
Crushing!
A complete and utter crush!
The wealthy young masters who had been watching the commotion were all stunned, and Darren's mouth hung open, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"th-this... how is this possible..."
Before he could react, Shaggy had already walked up to him.
Without any unnecessary words, Shaggy raised his hand and delivered a fierce punch right into Darren's stomach.
"Urgh!"
Darren screamed, clutching his stomach as he collapsed to his knees, even spitting up bile.
Shaggy looked down at him, his voice icy.
"If you dare harass the Missus again, you, and the family behind you, will all be finished."
After speaking, Shaggy and S-Cube straightened their slightly disheveled collars, turned around, and returned to Steve's side, as if they had just completed a trivial chore.
Steve nodded in satisfaction, led the group away, and left behind only a dashing silhouette.
"Bro, Darren, are you alright?"
After Steve and the others had walked far away, the effeminate man rushed over, hypocritically helped Darren up, and spoke with a look of anxiety.
"Oh dear, the other party seems to have some strength. That skill is terrifying. Let's hurry to the hospital. A wise man doesn't suffer immediate losses..."
As he spoke, he observed Darren's expression, a flicker of undetectable cunning flashing in his eyes.
"Get lost."
Darren shoved him away, his eyes bloodshot.
Since childhood, when had he ever suffered such a great humiliation?
Not only was he beaten, but he was beaten in front of the woman he liked.
"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!!! How dare they take her away from me!
STEFANIE!!"
Darren yelled hysterically, grabbing the Effeminate Man's collar, gritting his teeth.
"Go investigate for me! Find out who that man is and where his family lives! No matter how much money it costs or how many connections we use, I want them to kneel before me and beg for mercy."
The man he referred to was Steve.
Hearing this, the effeminate man outwardly displayed an appearance of fear and respect, but inwardly he was ecstatic, nearly bursting into laughter.
'This idiot finally figured it out.'
He thought to himself.
'I've always been stirring up trouble for you, making you cause disputes, just so you would eventually kick a real steel plate.'
'As long as you genuinely provoke a major figure you can't afford to offend this time, dragging your arrogant old man down with you, my dad's company will have a chance to rise up.'
It wasn't in vain that he had followed Darren around like a dog, calling him bro repeatedly; this was the day he had been waiting for.
He looked in the direction Steve had departed and silently prayed.
'I hope that was a real steel plate. Usually, all the trouble I caused for that fool Darren was smoothed over by his family.'
'Since those two bodyguards were so fierce this time, that person must be powerful. Hopefully, powerful enough to uproot his family completely."
In a high-end private hospital room in D.C.
"Ah! I'm dying of pain! Be gentle! You bunch of quacks!"
Darren lay on the hospital bed, letting out a pig-slaughtering scream.
His stomach was now covered in bruises. Although Shaggy had held back his strength and hadn't ruptured his internal organs, the punch was enough to cause this spoiled young master, who had been pampered since childhood, unbearable agony.
"Bro, calm down. The doctor said it's just a soft tissue contusion; no bones were broken."
The effeminate man stood by the bed, peeling an apple, speaking in a way that seemed concerned but was actually fueling the flames.
"But those two hit too hard. They completely disregard our crime family's influence."
Upon hearing this, Darren's anger flared up, and he slapped away the apple being offered to him.
"In D.C, besides those few top families and the government, who dares touch me? Even the heirs of other gangs have to show me some respect when we meet. If I don't get revenge for this, how am I supposed to survive in this circle?"
"Besides, I've never seen that man in our circle."
With a trembling hand, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello? Uncle Vasily! It's Darren... Yes, I was beaten up, right near the Commercial Street. I need you to look up a few people, and a license plate number. Yes, the plate is DUX-xxxxx... I'm going to make him learn how to write the word "regret" in his own blood."
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to agree readily. After all, the crime family was influential in D.C's business and political circles, and this small favor was nothing.
Moreover, since the license plate was civillan, he figured the owner wasn't a major figure. Steve hadn't chosen to drive his military-plated vehicle when he came out, thinking it was a bit too flashy.
Hanging up the phone, Darren's expression was savage.
"Just wait. Within ten minutes, I'll strip him down to his underwear and feed him his own balls."
The effeminate man stood to the side, a cold, barely noticeable sneer curling his lips.
However, less than five minutes later.
Darren's phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID—it was Vasily.
"Hmph, found it so quickly?"
Darren answered the phone triumphantly.
"Hello, uncle Vasily, did you find him? Where does that kid live? What does his family do?"
"Darren!"
What came from the other end of the line was not the usual geniality, but a roar filled with extreme terror and fury, so loud that even the effeminate man standing nearby could hear it clearly.
"You bastard! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! Who exactly did you provoke?!"
Darren was stunned by the shouting.
"Vasily, w-what's wrong? Isn't it just checking a license plate?"
"Checking my ass! I just entered the number, and the system immediately flashed a red screen alarm, saying that I've breached government data and that I shouldn't move from my location! Right after that, the FBI immediately called my office, asking what I was trying to do! I've been suspended pending investigation now!"
"I'm telling you, you're finished, and our family is finished too! You god damn hot head idiot! Motherf-Beep beep beep..."