Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 195

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Before Derek Davis could give the order to attack, another vehicle screeched to a halt behind the convoy. A sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows that screamed money and power. The door opened, and a young man in an expensive tailored suit stepped out, flanked by four bodyguards.

“Derek!” The newcomer’s voice carried authority despite his youth. “Hold up a second.”

Derek turned, his expression shifting from predatory to respectful. “Carl. Didn’t know you were in the area.”

Carl Davis-Derek’s cousin and Amos’s older brother-strode forward with the confidence of someone who’d never been told no in his entire life. At twenty-six, he’d already made a name for himself in Five-River Province’s underground, rising quickly under Cesar Pendleton’s organization. His reputation preceded him: ruthless, ambitious, and utterly without mercy.

His eyes swept the scene, landing on Amos still cradling his broken hand. “What the hell happened to you?”

“That bastard,” Amos pointed at Marcus with his good hand, his voice thick with pain and hatred. “He broke my hand for no reason!”

Carl’s gaze shifted to Marcus, cold and assessing. “You did this?”

“He attacked me twice,” Marcus replied calmly. “I defended myself.”

“Defended yourself?” Carl’s laugh was harsh. “Against my little brother? He’s barely been in a fight in his life.”

“Then maybe he shouldn’t start ones he can’t finish,” Marcus said flatly.

The silence that followed was electric. Derek’s men tensed, hands moving toward weapons. Carl’s bodyguards stepped forward, forming a protective wall around their boss.

Carl’s expression darkened. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“No,” Marcus answered honestly. “Should I?”

The admission clearly caught Carl off guard. His face flushed red. “You’re standing in Five-River Province, and you don’t know the name Carl Davis?”

“I’ve been here less than forty-eight hours,” Marcus’s tone held zero apology. “Your reputation hasn’t reached me yet. If it ever does.”

Derek actually winced. Nobody talked to Carl like that–not if they wanted to keep their teeth.

“I’m Cesar Pendleton’s right-hand man,” Carl said, each word dripping with menace. “I run operations across three districts. When I snap my fingers, fifty men show up armed and ready. And you-” he jabbed a finger at Marcus, “-you just assaulted my blood in broad daylight.”

“After he assaulted me,” Marcus corrected, “Twice.”

“I don’t give a damn who started it!” Carl’s voice rose. “You broke my brother’s hand! That’s all that matters!”

Marcus’s expression didn’t change. “Then I suggest you teach him not to throw punches he can’t land.”

Carl’s face went from red to purple. “You arrogant son of a-Derek! Grab him!”

Derek gestured to his men. Two of the largest stepped forward, reaching for Marcus. But before they could lay hands on him, Marcus moved with dragon-enhanced speed that made him blur.

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He grabbed Amos-still kneeling on the ground-and with seemingly effortless strength, swung him like a weapon directly into the approaching enforcers. The impact sent all three crashing to the pavement in a tangle of limbs.

“My leg!” one of the enforcers screamed, clutching his knee. “Something broke! Oh God, something broke!”

Amos lay sprawled on top of them, groaning, his broken hand now joined by what sounded like cracked ribs from the impact.

The crowd fell silent, stunned by the casual brutality and impossible strength Marcus had just displayed.

Carl stared, his mouth hanging open. “What… how did you…”

“Your men are slow,” Marcus observed, not even breathing hard. “And your brother makes a decent battering ram. Maybe that’s his true calling.”

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