The Belittled Husband Now A Trillionaira Boss.

Chapter 13

Then one of the guards stepped in close, placing his hand heavily on Ethan’s shoulder as though he had already decided the outcome of the confrontation. His expression was smug, his eyes cold with that familiar kind of arrogance men wore when they believed strength belonged only to their side.

“Get down on your knees now,” he said, pressing down slightly, “and this situation won’t get any worse.”

For a brief moment, it looked like the guard had the upper hand. Everyone around them seemed to think the same thing, because the station had gone quiet enough that even the smallest movement felt loud. But before Ethan could even fully process the insult, something in him reacted faster than thought. It was not fear, and it was not rage alone. It was instinct, a sharp and precise motion that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than logic.

His hand shot out.

In one clean movement, Ethan caught the man’s wrist and twisted it with a speed so sudden the guard’s face changed almost instantly. His body lurched awkwardly, his balance gone before he could even understand what was happening. The twist forced him off his footing, and in a blink he was turned around so violently it seemed as if gravity itself had betrayed him.

The guard barely had time to gasp before Ethan’s palm came down across his face.

The slap rang out through the space like a crack of lightning.

It was so sharp and so powerful that the entire squad seemed to flinch at once. The man’s head snapped sideways, his body went limp, and he collapsed flat onto the ground without even getting the chance to recover from the shock. He didn’t move after that, lying there with his eyes half-open, stunned into silence by a single blow.

Before the second guard could even properly register what had happened, Ethan was already in motion again.

He stepped forward with such speed that the man never got the chance to defend himself. His expression had not changed, his breathing had not even grown heavier, and yet the outcome was the same. Another resounding slap landed across the second guard’s face, just as clean and just as devastating. The force of it sent him stumbling backward before he fell hard to the ground, completely knocked out cold.

The entire Black Dragon squad froze.

Their confidence, which had been so loud only moments ago, seemed to vanish in an instant. Men who had been smirking only seconds earlier now stared in stunned disbelief, unable to process how two of their own had been taken down so easily. They had expected resistance, maybe even a struggle, but not this. Not with such humiliating simplicity. Not with one clean motion after another, as though Ethan were handling trained puppets rather than armed men.

Questions flashed across their faces.

Who is this man?

How did he do that?

What kind of person was strong enough to take down two guards in seconds without looking the least bit troubled?

Even the boss’s expression darkened, his earlier amusement replaced with a sharp, dangerous anger. His eyes narrowed at Ethan as though he had just seen him in a completely new light, and the atmosphere around him shifted from mockery to hostility in an instant.

Ethan, however, only stood there calmly, his face still composed as he looked at the fallen guards as if they were merely obstacles that had gotten in his way.

“Well,” he said at last, his tone flat and almost bored, “it seems I’ll have to get involved after all.”

That was all it took.

The boss’s face twisted with fury.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he barked, his voice rising sharply. “Do you realize what you’ve just done? You’ve declared war on yourself.”

He took a step forward, his expression fierce and poisonous now, his temper clearly burning hot beneath his skin.

“You attacked a member of the Black Dragon,” he snarled. “We are not going to take this lightly. Not even a little. We’re done playing games with you. You’re going to be crushed. You’re going to be destroyed. And every single person connected to you—your family, your friends, anyone at all—is going to pay for this when we finish with you.”

The threat hung in the air like smoke.

But Ethan didn’t flinch.

He only lifted his eyes, looked at the boss with open disdain, and answered in a voice that carried no fear at all.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

That simple response seemed to throw the boss off even further, and before the man could say another word, more than five guards surged forward from behind him, their faces set with murderous intent.

The boss’s hand came up in a sharp command.

“Kill this bastard,” he said coldly. “Crush him completely.”