Chapter 13: Break His Legs!

Words : 1752 Updated : Dec 11th, 2025

Bang! The private room door flew open. Harris Zorn strode in with five burly men in black tank tops. He swept a scornful look around the room. The five bruisers fanned out and blocked the doorway, eyes locked on Asher Jauncy like they meant to eat him alive. Asher sat in his chair without even lifting his eyelids. A cold smile tugged at his mouth as he glanced at Juliana Yale. "So this was your plan." Her scheme exposed, Juliana dropped the act and sprang to her feet. She hurried to Harris's side, smugness glittering in her gaze. "Asher, you think I actually wanted to treat you to dinner? I brought you here so Young Master Zorn could teach you a lesson. You made the Yale family get blacklisted by the Scurr family. Tonight, you're paying the price!" As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her chest against Harris. Garrett Yale's face went iron-dark. "Juliana! You ungrateful daughter!" he snapped, slamming the table. Tea splashed across the surface. "I told you to invite Asher to apologize, and you colluded with Harris behind my back to hurt him?" He feared the Zorn family's influence, but he knew Asher's identity even better. Asher was Zakiel's disciple-his medical skill and martial prowess were unfathomable. Harris trying to touch him was courting death. Harris didn't spare Garrett a glance. He snorted. "Uncle Yale, this has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it. I'm here to deal with Asher. Who told him to steal my woman and ruin the Zorn family's plans? For Juliana's sake, I won't make things hard for you." Garrett shook with rage and bowed to Asher. "Asher, I'm sorry. I failed to control my daughter. Don't worry-while I'm here, no one will lay a hand on you." He reached for his phone to call the bodyguards outside, but a thug stepped in and blocked him. The man snatched the phone and slammed it to the floor. Smack! The device split into two pieces. "Old man, don't push your luck." The thug glared, lip curling. "Stick your nose in again and I'll cripple you." Backed by Harris, he didn't care who Garrett was. He'd dare slap even Zerton's City Chief. Harris grinned, pointed at Asher, and barked to his men, "Boys, this punk dared to cross me. Beat him to a pulp! If anything happens, I'll take the heat!" The five thugs howled and charged, steel pipes raised, aiming straight for Asher's head. Juliana hid behind Harris, clapping in glee. "Hit him! Hard! Break his legs so he never dares act tough again!" Arms folded, eyes narrowed, Harris settled in to watch. To him, Asher was a ragged bumpkin from the sticks. There was no way he could take five trained bruisers. Today, he was sure Asher would be on his knees, begging. The next second, his smile froze. Asher still sat in the chair. Only when the first pipe was about to crash down did he suddenly slip to the side. His foot flicked out, almost lazy. The thug screamed as his balance vanished. He face-planted, and his pipe flew from his grip. It smashed into another thug's knee. "Ah! My knee!" the man howled, dropping his pipe. Asher rose in the same motion, caught the wrist of a charging thug, and gave a small twist. Crack! The joint popped. The man shrieked and collapsed, rolling on the floor. The last two panicked but still rushed in. Asher was faster. His figure blurred, and he was behind them, a palm landing lightly between each shoulder blade. They staggered forward several steps and toppled. Thud. Neither got back up. In less than ten seconds, all five lay on the floor, wailing. Not one could stand. The room fell silent except for their moans and Juliana's sharp intake of breath. Harris's grin vanished. His eyes bulged. He hadn't imagined Asher could fight like this. Five men couldn't even lay a finger on him before they were down. Juliana went dead white. She yanked her arm from Harris's and backed away, fear flooding her gaze. She had never dreamed this "country bumpkin" could hit like that. Asher brushed the dust from his hands and walked toward Harris, his eyes cold as ice. "Young Master Zorn, weren't you going to 'deal with' me? Why so quiet?" Harris stumbled back, legs turning to jelly. He nearly fell, waving his hands desperately. "A-Asher Jauncy, I'm sorry! I didn't know what I was doing. I was wrong! Please, spare me this once. I won't dare again!" The arrogance had drained from him so completely his voice shook. Juliana rushed to plead as well. "Asher, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tricked you, shouldn't have had Harris try to beat you. Please forgive us-we won't do it again!" She was sick with regret. If she had known Asher was this terrifying, she wouldn't have provoked him even at gunpoint. Why drag herself into such danger? Garrett hurried forward. "Asher, let them off this once." He wasn't protecting his daughter so much as wary of Harris's status. Harris was the Zorn family's young master. As formidable as Asher was, there was no need to make a mortal enemy of the Zorns. Asher glanced at Garrett, then at the terrified Harris and Juliana. He hadn't planned to truly do anything to them. He snorted and said to Harris, "For Uncle Yale's sake, I'm letting you go today. Don't provoke me again, and stop colluding with the Black Gold Society. Next time, I won't be so polite." Harris bobbed his head frantically. "Yes, yes! I understand! I won't provoke you again. We'll leave-right away!" He grabbed Juliana and started for the door. She was still scared out of her wits and instinctively moved toward her father. She stepped in front of Asher, blocking his line of sight. Harris noticed. He stopped short. A cruel glint flickered through his eyes as his hand slipped into his pocket and came up with a folding knife. Taking advantage of the moment, he spun back and thrust for Asher's chest. "Asher Jauncy! Go to hell!"

Chapter 13: Break His Legs!

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