The thick folder in Marcus's hand fell with a thud onto the dirty tiled floor. The tall man shot forward, cutting through the crowd in the apartment corridor.His target was the skinny yet fierce-looking thugs who were destroying his home.Marcus's fist slammed into the jaw of the nearest thug. The sound of cracking bone rang loudly, deafening in the narrow corridor.The skinny man was thrown far backward until he crashed into the concrete wall.The thug's body immediately slid down, unconscious onto the floor. Marcus gave no time for the other rioters to react.His long leg swung swiftly, sweeping away the defenses of two thugs at once from the side. Both of them collapsed instantly, hitting the floor with muffled groans.A well-built thug tried to attack Marcus from behind. The fair-skinned man responded to the threat without even turning his gaze.He deflected the attacker's punch with the back of his hand. The next second, Marcus's elbow struck directly into his opponent's solar p

The phone screen in Victor’s hand flickered, emitting a glow. The contact name displayed was like a death sentence for him.The man’s breathing became erratic and rushed.The constant vibration of the electronic device spread rapidly. Victor could not hide the trembling nervousness in his chest.Cold sweat once again flooded his forehead and temples within seconds.Reflexively, Victor’s right hand swung hard. He hurled his smartphone with all his strength toward the wall.The flat object flew and slammed violently against the surface.The phone fell and bounced onto the cold floor. Its screen was severely cracked on multiple sides from the impact.Despite the hard hit, the device was still on and vibrating relentlessly.Victor’s chest rumbled violently, burning with a surge of emotion. The man stepped forward toward the object in agitation.He lifted his right leg high into the air, his jaw tightening.The heel of his shoe smashed the phone screen repeatedly without mercy. The sharp s

Victor clutched his stomach which was still throbbing in pain from the kick. The middle-aged man leaned helplessly against the wall of the apartment corridor. His breathing sounded ragged, filling the night air. Alexander crawled closer to where his father was. The young man grimaced in pain as he endured the blow to his chest. He grabbed the sleeve of his father’s suit with a trembling hand. “Let’s get out of this place,” Alexander whispered hoarsely. He pulled his father’s body to stand upright immediately. Victor stared at Marcus with a sharp gaze. He turned his body and dragged his steps away. “I will send people to deal with them!” he shouted before truly leaving. The elevator doors opened and swallowed the entire group. The chime of the machine sounded, indicating they had descended to the lower floor. The apartment corridor was once again enveloped in complete silence. Marcus turned his body to face Quinn. The muscular man adjusted the sleeve of his shirt again. He w

Marcus did not react at all to Julian's words. The large-built man remained standing upright in the middle of the building lobby. He resembled an impenetrable solid wall. Marcus's right hand still firmly gripped the handle of the stacked lunch box. No excessive emotion was reflected on his flat face. Quinn immediately realized the unusual atmosphere between the two men. Tension hung in the lobby air like a suffocating thick fog. A sense of hostility began to form within seconds. The woman stepped forward past her senior's shoulder. She immediately positioned herself near the man carrying the lunch. She turned her body halfway to face the division manager. "Senior Julian," Quinn called in a flat tone. "Let me introduce the two of you." Julian turned his head toward the neatly dressed woman. His right eyebrow lifted slightly as if waiting for the continuation. Quinn stood upright right beside Marcus's large and sturdy figure. "This is Marcus," Quinn said. She paused briefly,

Several minutes passed without any sign of Julian changing his position. Quinn also did not bother responding to her senior's words. It would only waste her time and energy. The lobby atmosphere was still filled with the restrained whispers of the employees. They were reluctant to disperse from this free spectacle. Not long after, the sensor of the building’s main glass door reacted automatically. Marcus's figure stepped back into the lobby. The man walked through, cutting through the formation of the crowd. In his right hand, he held a sealed paper cup. Thin white steam slowly rose from the small gap at the top of its lid. Seeing Marcus's arrival, the crowd of employees automatically parted. They stepped back, giving him ample space. Mocking gazes continued to follow each of Marcus's calm steps. Marcus stopped exactly one meter in front of Julian. Julian deliberately lowered his arms from his chest, preparing to receive his coffee order. His chin lifted, looking down