Return Of God Eye

CHAPTER 7

The leader of the black-robed men, Dave, never once glanced toward the entrance of the mansion. 

In fact, he wasn't even aware that there was another member of the Voss family standing quietly by the doorway. 

His attention remained fixed entirely on Martin, who had foolishly accepted the wager.

A faint smile rested on Dave's lips as he casually walked back to one of the luxurious sofas that had somehow survived the destruction. 

He brushed a few pieces of broken glass aside before sitting down comfortably, crossing one leg over the other. 

A faint smile rested on Dave's lips "Go on," Dave said lazily. "Try not to kill him too quickly."

The black-robed man nodded respectfully.

"Yes, Boss."

He calmly walked forward until he stood directly opposite Martin.

Martin slowly rolled his shoulders before raising both fists into a fighting stance. 

Isabella stood behind him with worry written all over her beautiful face, while Victoria nervously gripped her son's shoulder.

"You can do this," Victoria whispered anxiously.

Martin nodded without taking his eyes off his opponent.

"I'll beat him," he said.

The black-robed man merely smiled.

"Ready?" he asked calmly.

Martin didn't answer.

Instead, he suddenly lunged forward.

"Take this!" 

He threw a powerful right punch directly toward the man's face.

Whoosh!

The punch sliced through nothing but air.

The black-robed man had already taken a simple step backward.

Martin's eyes widened.

"So fast!" he said shockingly.

Before he could react, the stranger calmly raised his clenched fist.

He simply drove his fist downward toward the very top of Martin's head.

Bang!

The impact echoed throughout the room.

Martin's entire body trembled violently.

He collapsed awkwardly onto the floor, landing in a seated position.

His mouth opened slightly.

But… No words came out.

His entire body refused to obey him. He tried to move his neck. It wouldn't budge.

He simply remained sitting there, completely disoriented, staring blankly ahead.

The entire fight had lasted less than three seconds.

Victoria screamed.

"Martin!"

She rushed toward her son together with Isabella.

Both women dropped to their knees beside him.

"Martin!" Isabella cried desperately as she gently held his face. "Can you hear me?"

Martin blinked repeatedly.

His eyes showed that he could hear everything.

But his body remained completely unresponsive.

Victoria's voice trembled with panic.

"My son!"

"What did you do to him?"

The black-robed man calmly dusted off his sleeves and answered.

"I only tapped him."

He shrugged indifferently, "he's weak," he added.

Tyler silently watched everything unfold from the entrance.

His gaze slowly shifted toward Isabella.

She looked completely terrified.

Tears had already begun forming in her beautiful eyes as she desperately tried to help Martin move.

She repeatedly called his name, gently shaking his shoulders.

"Martin!"

"Please say something, don't scare me like this!"

Tyler quietly lowered his eyes and a sharp pain pierced his heart.

Not long ago...

She had looked at him with those same worried eyes.

Now...

All that concern belonged to another man. His own stepbrother.

Tyler silently clenched his fists. He remained where he was. He neither interrupted nor spoke.

Meanwhile, Dave slowly rose from the sofa.

He casually applauded while laughing softly.

"Wonderful," he said with a smile.

He looked toward Martin with obvious disappointment.

"So..."

"This is the famous Martin Voss?"

He slowly shook his head and continued.

"I expected much more."

He walked leisurely toward the helpless Martin.

"Is this really all you can do?" He asked.

Martin desperately tried to respond.

His lips trembled violently and his tongue refused to cooperate.

No matter how hard he tried...

He couldn't utter a single word.

Dave looked down at him and laughed again.

"How pitiful," he added.

He stepped over Martin as though stepping over an object lying on the floor.

His attention soon shifted elsewhere, his eyes slowly landed on Isabella.

The smile on his face widened.

"There you are..."

He leisurely approached her.

Isabella instinctively stepped backward.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked nervously.

Dave admired her face without bothering to hide it.

"You really are a beautiful woman."

His eyes wandered over her graceful features.

"The more I look at you, the prettier you become," his voice being flirty.

A wicked grin spread across his face.

"I honestly can't wait anymore."

Fear immediately appeared in Isabella's eyes.

She continued stepping backward as she said "stay away from me."

Dave ignored her warning and answered

"There is no point struggling."

He continued walking toward her.

"You should stop hoping someone will rescue you."

He chuckled confidently.

"Because from this moment onward..."

He pointed at himself.

"You belong to me," he said with a mischievous smile.

Isabella's breathing became uneven.

"No..," she said.

Dave nodded.

"Yes."

He glanced around the room before laughing contemptuously while saying.

"Look around you."

He pointed toward Richard, who was still nursing his injuries and explained.

"Your future father-in-law."

Then toward Victoria.

"A frightened woman."

Then toward Martin.

"A useless fool who can't even move after one punch," he laughed.

Finally, his gaze swept across the entire mansion.

"There isn't a single soul in the Voss family capable of stopping me."

His confidence filled every word he spoke.

"All I see..."

He smiled arrogantly.

"...are weaklings."

Richard clenched his fists angrily but remained silent.

Victoria lowered her head helplessly.

The overwhelming difference in strength had crushed everyone's courage.

Dave stretched out his hand toward Isabella.

"Come, you'll learn to enjoy serving me."

Isabella immediately recoiled.

"Don't touch me!" she said in tears.

She tried to move away, but Dave simply reached farther.

His fingertips were only inches away from her shoulder.

Then...

His arm suddenly stopped moving. Dave frowned, he tried to push forward again. Nothing happened.

His hand felt as though it had been locked inside a steel vise.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Hmm?"

He looked down at his wrist. Someone was holding it firmly.

Without allowing it to move another inch.

For a brief moment, Dave assumed it was Martin.

He casually glanced toward the floor.

Martin was still sitting exactly where his subordinate had left him, completely unable to move.

Dave's eyebrows slowly knitted together.

"If not him..," he said.

He slowly followed the arm gripping his wrist. His gaze traveled from the unfamiliar hand...

Until his eyes finally met the calm face of the person standing before him.

Tyler Voss.

The young man stood quietly between Dave and Isabella. His expression was completely calm.

His grip, however, was unbelievably firm. Dave raised an eyebrow with mild curiosity, then said.

"So..."

He looked Tyler up and down.

"I didn't notice you standing there," Dave said.

Tyler's expression didn't change.

He continued holding Dave's wrist effortlessly.

His voice was calm.

"Maybe..."

He looked directly into Dave's eyes.

"Maybe...there's one more member of the Voss family you haven't met yet."