Reign Of The Asura

Chapter 4 Handing Out Millions Like Candy

Evan looked at the Governor, then snorted in disgust.

"Too far?" He pointed at Duan, whose face was still swollen and bruised. "When my brother was getting beaten into that state, you just stood there, Governor. So why is it that now, when they're the ones taking the hits, you suddenly decide to step in?"

The Governor let out a long sigh. He looked torn.

Evan didn't wait for an answer.

"I don't care who you are, sir. Governor or not, if you've got the guts to stick your nose in my business, I won't hesitate to go through you."

The hall went dead silent. Threatening a governor in front of hundreds of guests? Some people forgot to breathe.

Strangely enough, the Governor didn't get angry. He lowered his voice instead.

"Young man, I'm asking you. Just this once, let it end here." He glanced at the Feris guards sprawled across the floor. "If someone dies tonight, I'll have a hard time explaining it."

Evan tilted his head, then gave a thin smile.

"What's so hard about it? As far as I know, this country allows fights between martial artists. If you die at the hands of someone stronger, that's on you."

He said it casually, like he was talking about the weather.

A chill ran down everyone's spine. This man wasn't bluffing. He really did intend to kill.

The Governor was quiet for a few moments, then decided to be frank.

"Alright, I'll be honest with you. I owe the Feris family a debt of gratitude. That's why I can't just stand by and watch them get wiped out in front of me." He looked Evan straight in the eye. "How about this. I'll be the one to compensate you for what happened tonight. Just name it."

"Governor, don't do that!" Ferdi Feris cut in at once, his face flushed dark red. "I'm not afraid of this brat at all! The Feris family doesn't need..."

"Shut up!"

The Governor's roar thundered through the hall. Ferdi Feris flinched.

"You think I didn't see what happened just now? One kick, and you went flying!" The Governor stared at him coldly. "Listen carefully, Ferdi. This is the last time I help you. My debt is paid in full tonight. From now on, whatever happens to your family, I won't step in again."

Ferdi Feris's face went pale. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Evan still hadn't moved. He clearly wasn't satisfied yet.

"Brother." Duan struggled to his feet and took hold of Evan's arm. "Let it go. The truth is, the Governor didn't just stand there. He stood up for me again and again and kept telling me to leave. I'm the one who was stubborn and stayed here to get beaten."

Evan glanced at him.

"You really do go looking for trouble."

"I just wanted to see how far she'd let it go," Duan muttered.

Evan clicked his tongue, then sighed. The killing intent that had been pressing down on the whole hall slowly faded, and the guests could finally breathe again.

"Fine. Since my brother's the one asking." He gave the Governor a short nod. "Forget the compensation, Governor. I'm not short on anything."

Then his eyes shifted to Ferdi Feris, and his smile turned cold again.

"Old man, this is where it ends for now. But later..." He patted the collar of his jacket. "Just you wait."

Ferdi Feris clenched his fists inside the sleeves of his robe, but didn't dare say a single word back.

Evan had already stopped caring. He walked over to the old man and the young man who had been standing by Duan's side from the start. He took out two cards with a string of numbers on them and held them out.

"This is my number. You two stood up for my brother when almost nobody else had the guts to. If you ever need anything from me, just call. I'll help, no question."

Before they could answer, Evan reached into his pocket and tossed a car key to the young man.

"The Ferrari out front. I was gonna make it one of Duan's wedding gifts. Since the wedding's off, it's yours."

The young man caught it on reflex, then froze.

Evan then took the watch off his wrist and placed it in the old man's hand.

"And this one's for you, sir. Think of it as a gift for our first meeting."

"This... this is far too valuable, Young Master." The old man hurriedly held it back out to him. "I can't accept it."

"He's right, I can't either," the young man added nervously. "I only did what anyone should have done."

"Just take it." Evan waved a hand, already turning away. "I never take back something I've given. If you don't want it, throw it out."

The two of them looked at each other, then could only smile helplessly.

The guests could no longer keep their jaws shut.

"That limited-edition Ferrari... he just gave it away?"

"The watch is a limited edition too. I've seen it in a magazine. There are only a handful in the whole world!"

"Those two things are worth anywhere from over ten million to tens of millions of dollars. And he handed them out like candy..."

On the floor, Serli stared at Duan's back, her face deathly pale. Her lips were trembling.

The man she'd called trash with nothing to his name turned out to have a brother like this. Then who exactly was Duan himself?

Regret hit her so hard that her chest tightened. She opened her mouth, wanting to call out Duan's name.

But Duan didn't look back even once.

===

In the hotel courtyard, the night breeze was cool.

Duan stopped beside the car and bowed his head low in front of Evan.

"Brother, I'm sorry for embarrassing you. I... I want to rejoin the organization. I want to go back to headquarters."

Evan looked at him for a few seconds, then chuckled and patted him on the head.

"Who told you to quit over a woman like that in the first place? Go on back. And train properly."

Duan's eyes reddened. "Thank you, Brother."

Mosa and the others threw their arms around Duan's shoulders, laughing. Somehow, that failed wedding no longer felt like a defeat.

Evan, meanwhile, was already busy with his phone.

"Right, now I need a place to live." His finger scrolled quickly across the screen. "This one's not bad. Star Villa."

Duan was confused about why Evan needed a place to live. Once Mosa explained, he understood.

Evan didn't bother going to a real estate company. A few taps on the screen, one short call, and the deal was done.

Eleven million dollars, paid in full that very night.

His five men weren't surprised anymore. They were long used to how Evan handled buying and selling.

No second thoughts! And haggling? Forget it.

===

Star Villa stood in the most elite district of Moon City. The building was grand and the grounds were spacious, complete with a swimming pool and a garage big enough for a dozen cars.

Once the four sports cars were parked neatly in the garage, Mosa walked up to Evan.

"Brother, we're heading straight back to Erose tonight. We can't leave headquarters unattended for long."

"Go on, get out of here." Evan waved without looking back. "Take good care of the house. And keep an eye on that brat. Don't let him fall for some random woman again."

Duan could only scratch his head while the others laughed.

Not long after, the five of them left, and the huge villa fell silent.

===

Evan took a quick look around, from the living room to the master bedroom upstairs, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. It's not as fancy as my place in Erose, but it'll do."

He stretched out on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and stared up at the high ceiling.

Quiet.

Way too quiet.

No noisy subordinates, no blonde clinging sweetly to his arm. Just him and a villa this big.

Slowly, his thoughts started drifting somewhere naughty. The faces of the two beautiful women he'd saved that evening flashed through his mind. One with tears streaming down her face, the other as cold as ice.

The corner of Evan's mouth lifted.

"If I filled this villa with beautiful women," he murmured, blowing out smoke, "life here would be just as good as it was in Erose."