Chapter 3

In the twilight alley, Luke's unrestrained laughter still echoed.

I stepped into the shadows, strode forward, and with a grip as strong as an iron clamp, I precisely gripped the back of Luke's neck, slamming him hard against the rough brick wall.

The impact caused Luke to scream as his phone flew from his hand and fell to the ground.

Just as my three companions were about to step forward, I turned my head slightly and sent a cold, sharp glance across them, like a tangible blade.

With just a glance, these pampered boys felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, frozen in place and not even daring to breathe loudly.

“Pick it up and unlock it.” I stared into Luke’s eyes, my voice low and devoid of any warmth.

Luke was so frightened that his lips turned white, and he picked up his phone with trembling hands.

“You didn’t teach you manners in front of your parents, so I’ll teach you today.” I increased the pressure on my hand. “Delete the video you just filmed completely, and retract the records in the group. If you skip even one step, I’ll cripple this hand of yours.”

Under threat, Luke complied, weeping uncontrollably. I released him, coldly uttered a warning, turned and took Amy's hand, whose clothes were disheveled in the corner, and led her straight home.

When I got home, I had just finished cleaning Amy's wounds when the door was violently kicked open.

Old Davis stepped across the threshold with a gloomy expression.

Behind him followed seven or eight burly, menacing professional thugs.

Luke was hiding behind his father, staring at me with venomous eyes.

"Who do you think you are, daring to touch my son?!" Old Davis roared, slamming his cane heavily on the ground. "Looks like shutting down your shop didn't teach you a lesson. Smash it! Tear this whole place down!"

The thugs immediately scattered like hungry wolves, and muffled sounds of destruction echoed through the living room.

The TV wall was smashed to pieces by steel pipes, the wooden dining table was violently overturned, and the glass photo frame containing the group photo fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The entire house was instantly reduced to a mess.

Just then, an astonishingly tall thug rudely pulled open the bottom drawer of my bookcase and dumped all the clutter inside onto the floor.

An old wooden box rolled out and fell open with a "thud".

Inside, a commemorative coin with a dark material and a half-broken wing totem engraved on its surface lies quietly.

That's the "Eagle" badge, representing the top-level strategic authority of the federal core. I usually keep it sealed away and never show it to anyone.

Old Davis caught sight of the box, walked over, and used the tip of his shoe to lift the badge. Then he stomped on it and crushed it forcefully: "This is what you, a poor wretch, desperately hid? A piece of worthless junk? How laughable!"

"Put it down!"

Amy, who had been hiding behind me, suddenly shouted out.

She knew better than anyone that the box was one of the few private items her father never allowed anyone to touch; it was his last line of defense in the family.

Before I could stop her, she rushed out and tried to snatch the badge back from old Davis.

"Get out of here, you little bastard!"

Seeing this, Luke, who had been watching from the sidelines, had a fierce glint in his eyes. Relying on the strong man behind him, he didn't retreat but advanced, suddenly sticking out a foot and tripping the girl running towards him.

Amy's slender body instantly lost its balance and fell heavily forward.

"Bang!"

Her forehead slammed violently against the sharp corner of the overturned coffee table, tearing her skin and causing bright red blood to gush out rapidly down her pale cheeks—a horrifying sight.

"Amy!"

My eyes narrowed slightly, and I darted out like a cheetah, scooping Amy up before she fell into the shattered glass and holding her tightly in my arms.

"You dare fight back? Beat him to death! My Davis family will take responsibility if anything happens!" Old Davis pointed at me, completely tearing off his hypocritical mask.

The three burly thugs closest to me reacted instantly, swinging their thick, solid steel pipes with a whistling sound as they slammed them down on the back of my head and spine.

If I dodge, Amy, who has lost her cover, will inevitably be caught in the crossfire.

In that instant, I tightened my arms, using my broad chest and shoulders to completely shield my daughter beneath me.

Several dull, teeth-grinding thuds echoed in the living room.

A solid steel pipe slammed into my back and shoulder blades. A sharp tearing sensation shot through me, and blood instantly soaked through my thin shirt.

"Daddy!" Amy cried out in my arms in terror.

After confirming that Amy was not seriously injured, I gently put her down.

The moment I straightened up in the pool of blood and turned around, the shackles of reason that had been suppressed for years shattered!

The pure killing intent honed from slaying countless enemy leaders on the border back then poured into this small space like a tidal wave!

This terrifying aura, as if crawling out of hell, made the thugs, who were originally eager to try, catch their breath. Their eyes overflowed with instinctive fear, and they involuntarily retreated.

Old Davis's legs went weak uncontrollably, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

But he was used to using his power to intimidate people. Seeing his subordinates being intimidated by his aura, he forcibly raised his voice to cover up his extreme panic.

"What? You want to fight me? Let me tell you, you only have two choices today: either kneel down and lick the soles of my son's shoes clean, or I'll wipe you all out of this town!"

At that moment, the expression on the face of one of Davis's close aides standing behind him changed drastically.

He swallowed hard and whispered in old Davis's ear:

"Boss... that thing on the ground looks like... looks like the Federal Strategic Operations Group's... Eagle Medal..."