The Sovereign

Chapter 4

"Aaaaaah!" The women of the Vegas family screamed in terror. Fugaku was forced to stop his acupuncture, a cold, murderous glint in his eyes.

"Fugaku, you've really got guts!" A man's arrogant laugh echoed from outside. "You knew my brother was looking for you, yet you still dared to return to the Northern region?"

As the laughter faded, a blond man with a cigarette dangling from his lips swaggered in.

"Sam? You…" Seeing the blond man, the faces of Shanny, Putri, and the other Vegas family members turned pale.

Since Martyr Company was acquired by the Diningrat family last week, the last company under the Vegas banner had officially changed hands. The current Vegas family could only rely on a few small businesses to survive. When faced with a member of the Diningrat family, they were like mice encountering a cat.

All except Fugaku. He stood with an indifferent expression, his cold gaze fixed on Sam. "The Diningrat family. I haven't even come for you yet, and you have the audacity to come find me first."

Sam, unconcerned, sauntered up to Fugaku with a smirk and poked his shoulder. "Fugaku, if I were you, I'd find some deserted place to hide and live out the rest of my miserable years. I wouldn't have the face to come back here. Look at the way they're looking at you. It's one thing for you to run away, but it's the entire Vegas family that has to clean up your mess!"

At his words, the murderous intent in Fugaku's eyes deepened, but he turned to look at the others. The members of the Vegas family stared back at him with grim expressions, a burning desire to kill him in their eyes.

"Mr. Sam, if you're here for Fugaku, just take him away! This has nothing to do with the Vegas family!" Putri even pleaded with Sam, her face etched with sorrow.

But even this couldn't wound Fugaku. His expression remained unnervingly calm.

"My father's illness has nothing to do with you, does it?" Fugaku suddenly spoke, his tone so flat it was devoid of any normal human emotion.

Sam waved his hand dismissively, utterly unafraid. "What are you talking about? Of course, it has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to arrest you and, while I'm at it, deliver a message to the Vegas family from my brother. You have one week to decide whether to accept the jobs my brother has arranged for you. Otherwise, you can wait for the consequences!"

"What?" At his words, everyone's face turned pale. Several who had struggled to reach middle or senior positions in their companies began to tremble. The Diningrat family wanted to make them all lose their jobs. This was beyond cruel.

"I hope what you said is true, that you're not lying to me." Fugaku seemed to have only heard the first part of Sam's statement, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"What's the point in lying to you? You don't have much time left to live anyway…" With a coarse laugh, Sam gestured with his hand, and his bodyguards immediately gathered behind him.

"Um, Mr. Sam." Seeing that Sam was about to make his move, Beckham quickly stepped forward, saying awkwardly, "You'd better be careful. He's a trained martial artist."

"You think my bodyguards are as useless as yours?" Sam slapped Beckham on the head, annoyed. "So what if he's a trained martial artist? He's just one person, and I have dozens!"

As he spoke, dozens of bodyguards advanced on Fugaku with blank expressions.

"True." Seeing this, Beckham looked at Fugaku with pity. Fugaku had just knocked out his bodyguards, this would be the perfect revenge!

"Fugaku, how about this? Kneel and kowtow to me, and I won't beat you. I'll just deliver you to my brother in one piece. What do you say?" Sam suddenly had a brilliant idea, laughing as he spoke. "I still vividly remember the sight of you lying before my brother two years ago."

"Quick, kneel and kowtow!" Beckham also reveled in Fugaku's misfortune, eager to see him kneel.

But to their disappointment, Fugaku's expression remained as calm and composed as ever. He merely looked at Beckham and Sam with pity, as if they were the ones who should be kneeling. An ant making threatening gestures at a dragon in the sky. The dragon would only smile faintly, regarding the ant as nothing more than dirt.

"I told you to kneel! Are you deaf?" Sam was infuriated by Fugaku's gaze. He ordered his bodyguards, "Get him!"

"Yes, sir!" The bodyguards blocked all escape routes and rushed toward Fugaku.

Suddenly, before they could even touch Fugaku, a black shadow descended upon them like a bolt of lightning. In the blink of an eye, all the bodyguards were lying on the floor, unconscious, without a struggle. What was more terrifying was that each of the unconscious guards had their joints bent at unnatural angles. This meant that even if they were healed, they would be crippled for life.

A woman had appeared behind Fugaku, seemingly out of nowhere. She was clad in black leather from head to toe. A gust of wind blew through the room, lifting her waist-length black hair. Revealed were a pair of eyes as red as if they had been doused in fresh blood.

Silence. It was so quiet that the ticking of a clock could be heard.

Everyone present, except for Fugaku, was stunned. They stared at the sexy woman standing behind him with expressions of utter disbelief.

"Who is she?"

"Where did she come from?"

"When did she get in here?"

"What is her relationship with Fugaku?"

Everyone's faces were etched with a deep fear. They hadn't even seen how the woman acted, yet all of Sam's bodyguards had been dealt with. Moreover, judging by the way each person's joints were broken, it was clear that she had shown mercy. If she had truly wanted to kill, they would all be dead!

At this thought, Shanny, Putri, and the other members of the Vegas family looked at Fugaku with shocked expressions. The woman's actions were clearly to protect Fugaku. They would never believe the two had no relationship!

"If any of you dare to touch him, don't blame me if one of your bodies goes missing." Shilpy's voice was as cold as ice, her red eyes staring at Sam as if he were already a dead man.