"Drop the weapon, or I'll make sure it's the last thing you do," shouted Barret Booz's younger brother, his voice trembling with rage.

Bradley Austin glanced coldly at the group surrounding him. "Bring me your so-called Lord Dane."

"Oh? You think our Lord Dane will just come out because you say so?" Barret Booz sneered. "Maybe if you kneel and crawl under my feet, and beg, just maybe, if I'm in a good mood, I'll consider sparing all of you."

But before Barret Booz could continue his taunt, the roar of engines interrupted him. Several sleek black Humvees rushed forward, skidding to a stop in a cloud of dust. Before the car even rolled to a halt, a foot in a sleek black boot touched down. From inside, a voice boomed with authority and swagger.

As the man got out of the car, Barret Booz, who was still shouting, suddenly dared not speak and his face changed greatly.

What is Gabriel Rousseau doing here?

When everyone was amazed, Gabriel Rousseau approached Barret Booz.

"Who did you let climb through your crotch?

Who should break his own arm? "

Upon uttering those words, Gabriel Rousseau swiftly delivered a kick that sent Barret Booz flying. When his heavy body landed, his boots stepped hard on Barret Booz's face.

"Who will leave the whole body for?"

Barret Booz vomited a mouthful of blood, was trampled under his feet, and his whole face was out of shape, he said with fear.

"Rousseau, Master Rousseau, I'm just lecturing an arrogant guy. I'm not talking to you."

Barret Booz did not know how to offend Gabriel Rousseau, he took so many people, but also repaired himself in public.

It shouldn't be!

"Do you know who you are going to teach?"

Gabriel Rousseau ran hard over Barret Booz's face and said harshly, "if you have offended my brother, you will deserve to die!"

Barret Booz is dumbfounded.

So that man is a friend of Gabriel Rousseau?

Barret Booz's face to the ground angered the man of Gabriel Rousseau, who was going to die.

It was all the damned Wilson Williams. if he hadn't called himself to arrest a woman, he would not have provoked this dangerous figure and offended Gabriel Rousseau.

This is the internationally famous leader of the S organization, and even if Master Dane comes over now, it is easy for Gabriel Rousseau to crush him.

Barret Booz quickly pleaded, "Mr. Rousseau, I was blind not to recognize your friend and offended her. I'm willing to sever my own arm in apology. Please spare my life."

"Who sent you after her?" Bradley Austin asked, genuinely intrigued. "What exactly did Freya Lawson do to have one of Lord Dane's men cross with her?"

"It was... the woman in the car. She took pictures of Wilson Williams being intimate with his mistress. Wilson Williams ordered us to apprehend her. Mr. Rousseau, I truly had no idea she was your friend. Even if I had the courage of a hundred men, I wouldn't dare touch someone close to you. I don't care about the photos anymore. I won't pursue her."

Wilson Williams was his brother. Even though he was married, he still played the field. However, he feared his wife like a tiger and was anxious she'd find out about his infidelities. That's why they were trying to retrieve those photos.

But who would have guessed they'd run into someone connected to Gabriel Rousseau?

With that, Gabriel Rousseau delivered another swift kick, sending Barret Booz crashing back, coughing up blood.

"Call your Lord Dane. I'll settle this score with him personally."

How dare they mess with his crew? If they wanted a fight, they'd get one.

After speaking, Gabriel Rousseau strode over to Bradley Austin and inquired, "Boss, these reckless idiots didn't lay a finger on you, did they?"

Raising an eyebrow with a hint of cool indifference, Bradley Austin retorted, "What do you think? Handle them; I'm out of here."

"Whoa, wait up, Boss! Where are you off to?"

Bradley Austin didn't respond, simply turning and walking towards his car.

This woman's audacity knew no bounds; she managed to anger even the Dragon Boss's crew. She was clearly out of her depth.

He was, of course, familiar with Wilson Williams, one of Lord Dane's men.

But why would Freya Lawson be tracking a minor thug and even take pictures?

So, when she mentioned seeing something she shouldn't have, she was referring to that?

Was she so starved for excitement that she sought this kind of thrill?

Bradley Austin's gaze sharpened, and his pace quickened. It seemed she'd need some 'instruction' when they got home. If she enjoyed such spectacles, he'd provide.

Freya Lawson, oblivious to her savior's identity and the impending danger, finally let out a sigh of relief as she saw the situation outside under control. She was right about one thing: the man she'd taken photos of was influential. The fact that his goons, including Barret Booz, had been subdued and even forced to beg was proof enough.

With a renewed sense of security, she gleefully pulled out her phone to glance at the picture she'd taken.

"Sophie Lawson, however, you betrayed my mother, I'll repay it tenfold."

Suddenly, a gust of wind ruffled her hair, and by the time she reacted, a towering figure had already snatched her phone.

Bradley Austin coolly regarded the photo on the phone, showcasing Wilson Williams entwined with a woman in an intimate embrace. The depths of his piercing eyes shadowed, and with a disapproving tilt of his head, he challenged Freya Lawson. "Didn't you say you were married? Why do you have such photos? Your husband not keeping up?"

His deep, slightly raspy voice was tinged with a mocking tone, causing Freya's cheeks to flush with indignation. Swiftly, she lunged for the phone. "Return it."

She bit her lip in a mix of anxiety and frustration, the act inadvertently highlighting its inviting sheen. For a moment, Bradley was disarmed by the unexpected allure of the gesture, allowing her to reclaim her device. She promptly secured the photo, acutely aware of its significance.

Settling back into the leather seat of the car, Bradley cleaned his hands meticulously with a wet wipe, his demeanor exuding controlled authority. "Stay out of dangerous games," he cautioned, voice colder. "Those people are out of your league."

"And who exactly are they?"

"The most notorious crime organization in Worcester, henchmen of the elusive Lord Dane. Your new adversary? That’s Wilson Williams." He rested, the iciness in his gaze unyielding.

Freya had heard whispers about this underworld faction. Her contemplation took a personal turn, pondering her sister Sophie's unexpected connection to such dangerous circles. She realized she was treading on perilous ground.

Subconsciously, she bit her glossed lip, a vulnerable gesture. For a split second, Bradley's frosty demeanor seemed to waver, an unspoken desire evident in his eyes.

Seeing her unease, he offered, "Let me drive you home. It's the least I can do."

Feeling trapped and not entirely trusting him, she hesitated. "I can manage on my own."

He quirked a brow, clearly not used to refusals. "I wouldn't be so sure about your safety. But if you're insistent, by all means."

Just as Freya was about to disembark, the gravity of his warning made her reconsider. Pulling out her phone to contact her friend Madeline Luna, she found it dead.

She sighed, conceding. "Could you drive me to Shangri-La then? And perhaps lend me your phone?"