Chapter 27

Then Alan Yegel simply opened the car door as effortlessly as eating or drinking water.

The moment Alan Yegler opened the car door, Joshua Bird's eyes widened in surprise.

His mouth was open in astonishment—so wide that it could easily fit an egg inside.

How could this be? When I bought the car before, the salesperson at the 4S dealership confidently assured me that this model had the highest safety standards available.

Once the car door is locked, not even three cows could open it.

How could I possibly be driven out by such a weakling who merely relied on this backdoor arrangement for support?

Could this car really be made of tofu?

While Joshua Bird was filled with shock, Bethel Klein's eyes were already brimming with tears when she saw Alan Yager struggling to open the car door.

For the first time, she realized her husband was anything but inadequate—he stood by her side like a divine guardian precisely when she needed him most.

For the first time ever, Belice Klein defied her usual habits and stepped directly out of the car. She spread her arms wide, revealing Alan Yager's neck.

The fact that Seattle's Ice Rose made such a delicate gesture clearly shows that Bethel Klein was genuinely frightened.

At that moment, Alan Yegel gently patted Bethel Klein as she sobbed in his arms, while his gaze toward Joshua Bird was filled with a cold, piercing intensity.

Releasing one arm, he turned to Joshua Bird—who was still seated in the driver's seat with a look of shock—and gave him a nod.

"You! Come out here!"

When Joshua Bird met Alan Yager's terrifying gaze, akin to that of a hellish demon, his entire body trembled violently.

Then I looked out the car window in all directions.

Well, that road teeming with vehicles seemed to give Joshua Bird a bit more confidence.

"You wretch, what kind of arrogance do you have?"

There's definitely a problem with my car's door lock! Otherwise, you'd just have to watch helplessly as I abuse Bethel Klein today!

What is the actual quality of car door locks? Joshua Bird knows this very well personally.

After all, this isn't the first time I've driven this car.

Yet driven by his A-Q mentality, he simply refused to believe that Alan Yager could actually punch through three thick dark bars—each as thick as a thumb—like some monstrous being.

I can hardly believe that Alan Yager could do anything to himself in broad daylight.

"I'm living off others now! How about you bite me?"

Upon hearing Joshua Bird's words, Alan Yager laughed—with a truly sinister smile.

Dogs don't bite people. Now we're going to deal with your attempt to molest my wife in a completely masculine way!

As he spoke, Alan Yegel glanced at Joshua Bird's car and continued.

It's actually quite simple: either you crash this car, or I'll crash into you!

"Please... choose one!"

To Joshua Bird, Alan Yager's words sounded like hearing the funniest joke in the world.

Then he let out three long, hearty "hahaha" laughs into the sky before patting his own thigh.

"You're trying to attack me? You're a complete wimp. Let me tell you: hitting someone is illegal."

We're right under the Klein Family Group building, and there are so many vehicles and pedestrians around!

If you dare touch a single hair of mine, I guarantee you'll spend the rest of your life in prison!

"真的是吗?"

At Joshua Bird's bold and unflinching remarks, Alan Yager gave a mischievous grin.

Then he raised another fist and smashed it against the car's front with a loud thud.

Alan Yager's mastery of power has reached a level of extraordinary sophistication.

Despite all the commotion, it didn't wake Bethel Klein at all—she was already asleep, having cried herself out from exhaustion on her own shoulders.

But on the front of Joshua Bird's car, there was a large pit the size of a basketball.

You can give it a try! If this punch landed on you, which of us would end up in a worse situation?

“ you ……”

If Alan Yager could break through the three hidden locks on a car door with a single punch, Joshua Bird could just as easily convince himself that the door lock was of poor quality.

The deep pit created by this single punch has left an indelible visual impact on him—no matter what, it will never fade away.

How hard must the steel plates on the front of the vehicle be?

But Alan Yager managed to punch it into a dent with just one blow.

Such strength, such powerful punches—if they were directed at me...

Such consequences were beyond Joshua Bird's imagination.

Immediately, he clenched his teeth and experienced a twitching of his cheeks.

Today's my turn to take down Joshua Bird—I'm going to crush him!

Realizing that circumstances often prevail over individual willpower, Joshua Bird raised his fist in anger and slammed it forcefully against his beloved car.

With several loud thuds, not a single dent remained on the vehicle; instead, my own hand bones were severely damaged by the hammer blows.

Even so, Joshua Bird didn't dare stop.

What if it suddenly stops and Alan Yager punches at me? I'd be half-dead.

And so, Joshua Bird painstakingly repaired his beloved car for over ten minutes.

Allen Yager could hardly stand his reckless efforts—full of fanfare but lacking substance.

With all your little strength, you still think about bullying my wife?

Go back to the hospital immediately—go urinate and check yourself in the mirror! You damn effeminate thing!

As soon as he finished speaking, Alan Yegel didn't waste any more words and immediately kicked Joshua Bird in the buttocks.

With a loud "bang," Joshua Bird appeared—his entire body, positioned upside down like an inverted onion, smashed the car window with his head, while his upper half was completely wedged inside the door.

Then Alan Yegel acted as if nothing had happened, picked up his wife Princess Bethel Klein without hesitation, and climbed into his car.

Throughout the journey, Alan Yegel's car moved with such smoothness that Miss Klein, who was asleep, felt no disturbance at all and breathed steadily.

It was only when she was carried back to the living room of the Klein family villa by his princess that Belice Klein slowly regained consciousness.

"Alan Yegel, I'm actually going home. How did I end up here?"

As I listened to my wife open her eyes and ask that first question...

Alan Yegel responded directly and dismissively.

"I drove you back home—how else could I have gotten you there?"

Of course—every step from before you got in the car until after you got out was me carrying you along!

Isn't this just about being afraid of waking you up?

hearing Alan Yager's words, Belice Klein was taken aback.

Then she realized her delicate body was nestled in his arms like a cat.

This immediately terrified Bethel Klein, who quickly struggled to free herself.

"What are you doing? Let me go right away!"

Seeing Belice Klein's expression gradually grow cold, Alan Yegel merely pursed his lips in indifference.

With a simple "Oh," he threw Beth Klein straight onto the sofa in the living room.

She tapped her body twice on the sofa. Bethel Klein grew even more annoyed.

"Alan Yegel, what are you doing?"

Alan Yegel found Beth Klein's sudden outburst rather inexplicable.

"Wasn't it you who told me to let you go?"

—or did I make you uncomfortable?

"How about we start over?"

As Alan Yegel gave a mischievous smile, he rested his arm on the sofa backrest.

As his handsome face drew ever closer, a subtle sense of unease—one she hadn't even noticed herself—appeared in Belice Klein's eyes.

"What are you doing? Get away!"