Chapter 8 Jaymore Shows His Prowess

• Declan hastily pleaded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Turner! She's my wife. Could you please have some mercy and don't give her a hard time—"
• "Who are you to deserve my mercy? Get the hell out of my face, or don't blame me for what happens to you!" Laelim's face twisted into a menacing scowl. Declan was nothing to him.
• Seeing his intimidating demeanor, Declan froze with horror.
• Realizing she had messed with the wrong person, Maddy quickly hid behind her husband.
• "Heh," Laelim chuckled as he fixed his gaze on Chelsea. "Chelsea, I've long heard of your reputation as the most beautiful woman in Walstino. Seems like the rumors are true." With that, he began stepping toward her.
• Chelsea turned pale with dread at the sight of this.
• Suddenly, a figure stood in front of her. "She's mine. No one touches her!" Jaymore stood with his chin up, his chilly eyes staring at Laelim.
• "Jaymore, don't do anything stupid!" warned Declan.
• Being the underworld overlord of Walstino, Laelim was known for his ruthless character. Someone like him was not to be messed with. For Jaymore to stand up to him right now was nothing short of suicide!
• Seeing Jaymore blocking him, Laelim became furious. "Who the f*ck are you to get in my way?" he snarled.
• "I'm Jaymore Reed, Chelsea's husband," Jaymore coolly replied.
• Declan's face turned ashen when he saw this. Laelim was not someone to be trifled with; he was ruthless and dangerous. If they offended him, they could all end up dead here today!
• If I had known Jaymore was such a halfwit, I wouldn't have invited him to this birthday party! he thought to himself.
• Suddenly, Laelim burst into a loud guffaw. "Haha! So, you're Jaymore Reed, the infamous live-in son-in-law of the Moore Family? A loser like you is totally unworthy of the most beautiful woman in Walstino! Today, I'll teach you a lesson and show you what I have!" he taunted.
• Oh no! We're finished!
• Chelsea's face clouded over with despair; she knew Jaymore had just sealed his fate by offending Laelim. At this moment, she could not help feeling a mix of anger and vexation. Jaymore, you good-for-nothing! All you do is cause trouble for me!
• "Bomber, teach this useless live-in son-in-law a lesson and show him who rules Walstino!" Laelim commanded.
• At his command, a tall and muscular men emerged. He stood more than six feet tall, his well-developed muscles rippling with explosive strength.
• Bomber, Laelim's top henchman, was known for his formidable strength. Most notably, he had killed quite a number of people before. He sneered at Jaymore, "How dare you, a mere live-in son-in-law, stand in Mr. Turner's way? Go to hell!"
• With that, he clenched his fist and swung a fierce punch straight at Jaymore's head. His punch was heavy and strong; if it landed, Jaymore would be lucky to escape with his life, let alone unscathed!
• "Jaymore, watch out!" Chelsea cried out in alarm upon seeing this.
• Jaymore, however, remained unfazed. He clenched his fist and threw a punch of his own!
• Thud!
• Bomber was sent flying across the room before he hit the ground with a resounding thud.
• Laelim rushed to his side, asking, "Bomber, are you okay?"
• Bomber opened his mouth, only to spew a mouthful of blood before passing out cold.
• Laelim's face turned livid with rage. He turned to look daggers at Jaymore, his expression darkening. "Great! I've been around Walstino for so many years, and no one has ever dared to challenge me like this. You're going to die today!" he said. "Guys, kill him!"
• In an instant, eight men in suits charged toward Jaymore.