Saintess's Worthless Husband Turned Dragon Commander novel Chapter 197

CHAPTER 150 PART 1

Carl Davis barely had time to process Marcus’s words before the Dragon King’s grip shifted. What had been merely painful became excruciating.

The twist was surgical, precise, and absolutely devastating.

The sound of Carl’s elbow dislocating echoed across the street like a gunshot. His scream was immediate and primal, the kind of sound that made even hardened criminals wince. He dropped to his knees, his arm hanging at an unnatural angle, sweat pouring down his face.

“You… you broke it…” Carl gasped between sobs of agony. “You actually broke it..”

“Dislocated,” Marcus corrected clinically. “Breaking would take more force. Though I can arrange that if you’d prefer.”

“Boss!” One of Carl’s bodyguards finally overcame his shock and reached for his weapon. “Let him go or I’ll—”

Derek Davis grabbed the man’s arm. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”

The bodyguard stared at Derek in disbelief. “But the boss-”

“Is finished,” Derek said quietly, his eyes never leaving Marcus. “Can’t you see? This guy isn’t normal. He’s not even in the same league as us.”

Carl looked up at Derek through tears of pain and humiliation. “You’re… you’re just going to let him…”

“I’m going to save your life,” Derek replied. “Because if I let my men attack him, we all end up like you. Or worse.’

Marcus released Carl’s arm, letting him collapse fully to the pavement. The once-proud enforcer curled around his injury, whimpering like a child.

“Pathetic,” Marcus observed. “You hit a woman, threatened me with your reputation, and now you’re crying on the ground. Cesar Pendleton chose his people well.”

“Cesar’s finished,” Carl moaned. “You said so yourself…”

“And now you are too.” Marcus turned his back on him dismissively. “Derek, get him out of my sight before I change my mind about just dislocating it.”

Derek hesitated, clearly torn between family loyalty and self-preservation. His thirty armed men stood frozen, their confidence completely shattered by watching their supposed protector reduced to a sobbing mess in seconds.

“Move!” Derek finally barked at his crew. “Someone help Carl to the car! Amos too! We’re leaving!”

Two of the braver men stepped forward cautiously, giving Marcus a wide berth as they grabbed Carl under his arms. Every movement made him scream anew, the dislocated joint grinding against nerves and bone.

“This isn’t over,” Carl managed to gasp out, still clinging to defiance even in defeat. “I have friends… connections… you can’t just-”

“Friends?” Marcus’s laugh was devoid of humor. “You mean like Cesar? How’s that working out for him? Or maybe you mean your cousin Derek, who’s currently abandoning you to save his own skin?”

“I’m not abandoning him!” Derek protested, though his actions said otherwise. “I’m being smart! There’s a difference!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Marcus said. “Now get out of here before I lose my patience entirely.”

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As Derek’s men loaded the broken Davis brothers into vehicles, the crowd that had gathered to watch the spectacle began murmuring. Cell phones appeared, recording everything, the footage already being uploaded to social media.

“Did you see that?”

“He took out both of them like it was nothing…”

“Who is this guy?”

Elize stood to the side, her hand still pressed to her reddened cheek, her expression a mixture of awe and fear. Simeon King moved beside her, speaking quietly.

“Elize, we need to go. Right now.”

“I can’t just leave him,” Elize whispered back. “He defended me. No one’s ever-

“That’s exactly why we need to go!” Simeon hissed. “He’s dangerous! Look what he did to Carl Davis! To Amos! This isn’t some romantic movie, this is real!”

Before Elize could respond, the situation shifted once more.

A new convoy arrived this one even more imposing than Derek’s. Five black SUVs with Pearl on the Water’s distinctive logo emblazoned on the doors. They formed a perfect blockade, and armed security forces emerged with military precision.

At their center was a man in his forties, dressed in an impeccable charcoal suit, moving with the quiet authority of someone who’d commanded respect his entire life. His face was hard, weathered by years in the underground, but his eyes were sharp and calculating.

Allen Mitchell-head of security for Pearl on the Water and one of Miguel Abbott’s most trusted enforcers.

Derek’s face went pale. “Mr. Mitchell…”

Allen ignored him completely, his gaze sweeping the scene. His men had already begun forming a perimeter, pushing the crowd back, establishing control with practiced efficiency.

“Which one of you idiots thought it was smart to start a brawl in front of my establishment?” Allen’s voice carried the weight of absolute authority.

Derek stepped forward quickly. “Mr. Mitchell, this wasn’t our fault! This outsider attacked Carl Davis and-”

“I asked which idiot started it,” Allen interrupted coldly. “I don’t care about your excuses.”

One of Derek’s men, emboldened by Allen’s arrival and assuming he’d take their side against an outsider, pointed at Marcus. “It was him! That guy there! He broke Carl’s arm and Thompson’s leg, and-”

The slap came so fast the man didn’t even see it coming. Allen’s backhand sent him spinning to the ground, blood spraying from his split lip.

“Did I ask you?” Allen’s voice didn’t rise, but the menace in it was unmistakable. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

The man scrambled backward, terrified. “N-no, sir! I’m sorry, I just thought-”

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