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    The man’s wrist twisted unnaturally, his grip on the bat snapping loose as it ttered to the ground.


    “What the hell?” the other two robbers shouted, whipping their heads around in panic.


    The intruder was merciless. As the first robber’s wrist broke, a strong side kick struck the second robber’s knee, sending him crashing to the floor, clutching it in pain.


    The leader, burning with rage, scanned the room until his eyes locked on the figure in the dark. He raised his knife, but before he could make a move, a fruit knife whistled through the air and buried itself deep in his palm.


    “Arghhh!” he shrieked, the weapon slipping from his grip as it ttered onto the tiles.


    The figure surged forward, delivering a swift, ruthless blow to the man’s neck. He went limp, hitting the ground unconscious before he could yell again.


    The cafe went dead silent, broken only by the groans of the injured robbers. Ste’s heart pounded as she watched everything unfold. In the dim light, she could make out the figure moving toward her.


    When she recognized who it was, shock and disbelief rippled through her eyes.


    William, dressed in a ck casual outfit, stood tall and imposing. Even with dust streaking his face, hismanding presence remained unshaken.


    His sharp gaze swept over the groaning bandits sprawled on the floor, ensuring they posed no further danger, before fixing on Amon, who lingered nearby with a sullen expression.


    William’s voice came low and chilling, each wordced with menace. “Amon, who gave you the nerve?”


    Amon flinched under the weight of that terrifying stare and instinctively stepped back. The carefree arrogance he usually wore slipped away, reced by a trace of gloom—and a panic he refused to acknowledge.


    Trying to appear unfazed, Amon spread his hands with mock ease. “William, what a coincidence. I was just having a casual chat with Ms. Russell today. These people? They’ve got nothing to do with me!”


    William closed the distance in a few strides, his towering frame casting a shadow over Amon. His tone was cold enough to cut. “You lured her here through her friends, with ill intent, then dared to y it off as small talk? Amon, do you really think I don’t see straight through you?”


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    Before Amon could react, William seized him by the cor and mmed him hard against the nearby bar counter with a dull crack. “I warned you back at the Briggs Mansion to stay away from her. Did you choose to ignore me?”


    The violent impact sent stars bursting across Amon’s vision, pain zing through his back. Meeting William’s re—an expression carved from fury—drove a coil of dread into his chest. He had no doubt William truly meant to break him apart, all for Ste’s sake.


    “William, it seems you’re awfully devoted to Ms. Russell.” Amon smirked weakly, forcing a taunt through clenched teeth, feigning lightheartedness even as William’s rage pressed down on him.


    William’s bloodshot eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on Amon’s throat until his breath came in ragged gasps. “Listen closely, Amon. If you ever touch her again, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”


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