Prosperia's Marinopolis International Airport.
"Make way!"
"Get out of the way!"
Dozens of thugs rushed into the corridor, moving with urgency as if facing a formidable enemy.
Passengers who had just disembarked hurriedly made way. Most of them were unaware of what was happening, but the sudden appearance of so many thugs left many feeling bewildered.
After the plane landed, the overweight man blocked the exit arrogantly, cursing loudly and displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.
"On my turf, you bastards better prepare to die. Once my brothers arrive, I'll make sure you two won't leave here alive!"
"Dare to lay a hand on me. Both you and the old man, don't even think about leaving here alive."
The glamorous woman assisted the overweight man in blocking the door, hands on her hips, confidently ignoring the persuasions of the flight attendants. They refused to let anyone pass.
All the thugs arrived, and the arrogance of the overweight man became even more overwhelming.
A group of people arrogantly blocked the door, boldly awaiting Ken's appearance.
Passengers were driven away one by one, creating a chaotic scene.
Inside the first-class cabin, the flight attendants wore anxious expressions, appearing as if ants on a hot pan.
"These two guests, the person you hit is Randolph Bentham, a well-known local tyrant and real estate magnate. He controls everything, and reporting to the police won't help. You should leave through the cargo exit."
Even the air marshal seemed anxious, nervously glancing at the situation outside before continuing:
"I heard about a university student who once had a verbal altercation with Randolph. That day, he had both hands chopped off, nearly losing his life. Randolph is not someone to be trifled with. Why aren't you worried at all?"
Ken remained calm, showing no signs of urgency.
"Scum like him shouldn't be allowed to live."
After saying this, Ken took out his phone and dialed a number, uttering only one sentence.
"Let everyone into the airport; I'm going to deal with a piece of trash today."
Hanging up the phone, Ken noticed the comrade's father beside him, visibly tense, shaking with the urn in his hands.
Ken patted the father's hand and whispered:
"Don't worry, I can handle it. Look outside."
Outside the airplane window.
Countless military vehicles drove straight in, entering the airport. The long convoy of vehicles came to a halt, and numerous individuals in black descended from the vehicles.
Uniformly sporting crew cuts, white shirts, and black trousers, there were over a hundred of them. What was even more shocking was the black cloth wrapped around their left arms—mourning bands!
The newcomers formed disciplined ranks, well-trained, exuding a formidable aura.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded.
Ken calmly stood up and said, "Let's go, old man."
"What is this..."
The comrade's father was dumbfounded.
The awe-inspiring scene didn't end there. Several cars approached from a distance, and the people descending from them turned out to be generals of Marinopolis' National Guard, rapidly approaching the airplane entrance.
The thugs blocking the door were left dumbfounded upon seeing this.
Randolph, the overweight man, didn't recognize the newcomers. Meeting them with a show of strength, he asked:
"Are you here to help me?"
"Who are you?" one of the generals questioned.
"I am Randolph. I assume you were sent by someone above. That's right; there are two people on the plane. Capture them for me. I want to personally kill those two bastards."
Slap!
As soon as Randolph finished speaking, a slap landed on his chubby face. The force wasn't too great, but it left Randolph bewildered.
"Why did you hit me?"
"Capture them all!"
The newcomers waved, and their bodyguards swiftly advanced, all armed. Without hesitation, they apprehended and restrained all the rowdy thugs.
At this moment, Ken calmly appeared at the exit.
"Salute!"
The formation stood rigidly at attention, shouting in unison, their voices echoing through the airport.
"Salute to the War God!"
The deafening shouts reverberated throughout the airport.
"War God? Who's that?"
The controlled Randolph, bewildered, asked, but as he strained to turn his head and saw the person considered the War God, his eyes nearly popped out.
"He is... the War God, the ruthless killer... Ken... Ken Buckle!"
Randolph was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that the person he had clashed with was the unstoppable god of war on the battlefield.
Randolph's legs went weak, and he involuntarily lost control of his bodily functions.
Ken, facing the soldiers, returned the salute and made an unexpected gesture—a polite invitation.
Amidst the stunned crowd, a white-haired old man, holding an urn with utmost care, slowly walked out.
The soldiers returned to formation, a solemn salute to a fallen comrade. This was the highest respect, the most sorrowful elegy.
After three rounds of gunfire, everyone stood at attention, focusing on the father holding the urn.
Ken reciprocated the salute and said, "I entrust my comrade's funeral to you. My only request is that it be grand."
The leader saluted again, "We promise to fulfill the mission."
Ken nodded and, finally, gently caressed the urn, saying softly:
"Brother, have a safe journey."
With those words, Ken tilted his head and looked at the now trembling Randolph.
Randolph was scared out of his wits long ago, hastily kowtowing and pleading:"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. I apologize, I was wrong. Please spare my life."Ken merely cast a faint glance at him, walking and saying:"Those who offend Prosperia, no matter how far, shall be punished. Those who defy military authority shall not be forgiven."Randolph's head banged on the ground with a thud, and all his pleas were in vain."Commander Buckle, I beg for your mercy, spare my life this time! I won't dare again!""Another time?"Without turning his head, Ken left behind a single word."Kill!"The order was given, and the armed personnel briskly loaded their weapons, uniformly chambering rounds and aiming at Randolph's head and all the thugs causing trouble."Bang! Bang! Bang!"The thunderous gunfire echoed through the sky.Randolph and the thugs were all executed by firing squad.This scene left all the passengers dumbfounded.Ken, who gave the order to open fire, nonchalantly sat in a
Cousin Samuel Nixon, a well-known playboy in Marinopolis, was usually arrogant and unruly, leaving a trail of romantic debts throughout the city. Despite being a useless person, he was the first heir in line for the Nixon family. Amanda was unwilling; Samuel Nixon was nothing more than a dandy, utterly undeserving!"Samuel, talk to Aunt Three and tell her about the chosen man—how handsome he is, how much money he has, and what background he comes from."Ellie grabbed Samuel Nixon's hand, humble and sycophantic, not at all like an elder but more like a flatterer."Hehe, you'll know soon enough. The carefully selected candidate is truly exceptional, a one in a hundred."There was a clear hint of sarcasm in Samuel Nixon's words.Mother Ellie couldn't sense it, but Amanda understood perfectly.This exceptional man was undoubtedly a worthless waste.Once publicly revealed, Amanda was destined to become a joke in Marinopolis."Daughter, as I said, elders wouldn't harm you. I truly hope that
The banquet hall fell unusually silent, as if everyone was witnessing Amanda's humiliation.However, in Ken's eyes, it was not so.Amanda, the woman who once shielded him from bullets.Watching her now, helpless against the forced marriage imposed by the family, Ken felt a moment of empathy.Nixon family head, Alfred Nixon, held a microphone and said, "This is all Old Nixon's decision. If you have objections, take it up with him."The crowd buzzed again, and mocking congratulations echoed everywhere."Congratulations, congratulations! The Nixon family has chosen a son-in-law.""That's right. I heard he's even a door-to-door son-in-law. This is a great thing."Ken's identity was exposed."What is this? Isn't he just a beggar?"The whole place was in an uproar, discussing how they had chosen a complete waste."This isn't choosing a son-in-law; it's choosing scum for Amanda, right?"Listening to the guests' comments, Amanda's face turned ashen.At this moment, her mind was completely bla
Amanda never expected that, in her most helpless moment, the very person who made her a laughingstock would step forward to defend her—it was truly ironic."Oh my, I'm really moved. How does it feel to be protected by a vagabond? Hahaha."Samuel Nixon began mocking again.Amanda gritted her teeth. She knew very well that the one who caused her humiliation was none other than Samuel Nixon and his father, Alfred Nixon.Both she and Ken were just tools being manipulated.She didn't hate Ken, but she harbored intense resentment towards Samuel Nixon. For the sake of family fortune, they could be so heartless."Wife, from now on, no one can bully you."Ken's words were decisive, echoing like a devil's proclamation throughout the banquet hall."Oh, well, no one can bully her yet? Let me do it. What can you do to me?"Samuel Nixon taunted arrogantly, his tone mocking, "You, a vagabond, think we chose you and suddenly you're someone important?"But what happened next left everyone stunned."Sm
As Ken drove, neither of them spoke a word. The atmosphere inside the car became unusually eerie, continuing until they reached the Bayview Estates.Pulling into the parking lot, Ken, like a professional bodyguard, opened the car door and escorted Amanda out.Amanda hugged herself, wearing a dress, feeling the cool air. Ken, in a gentlemanly manner, took off his own coat and draped it over Amanda. This gesture brought a warmth to her cold heart that she had never felt before."Let's go. I'll take you home."Ken looked around, then pressed the elevator button.Amanda silently stood by. At this moment, an SMS arrived on her phone. It was a personnel transfer order from the Nixon company."Starting today, Chief Technology Officer Amanda is on unpaid leave, awaiting company assignment.""Unpaid leave!"Amanda's eyes widened, and after a moment, she understood.Ken hit Samuel Nixon, and the Nixon family would never let it slide.Unpaid leave was just the beginning. There might be a storm o
After much contemplation, Amanda sighed, "Mom, let it go. It's come to this, just leave it be."Ellie shouted, "No! I absolutely won't allow such a person to enter the gates of our Nixon family. If this gets out, where can I put my face?""Amanda, don't worry. Tomorrow, Mom will find you someone—a rich second-generation with power and influence. Anyone would be better than this useless guy!"Amanda helplessly exclaimed, "Mom!"Saying this, she dragged Ellie into the house.Ellie, shouting and crying, said, "Get out! Get out!"Amanda, now also in tears, used all her strength to pull Ellie inside. The sounds of mother and daughter crying echoed from the house.At this point, Ken couldn't stand still. There was a flash of killing intent in his eyes, and he dialed a number on his phone.After a brief ring, a rabbit's voice came from the other end, "Speak, what's the matter?"Getting straight to the point, Ken said, "Three minutes, I need all the information on Nixon Group."The rabbit, se
Nixon HouseAlfred Nixon was sitting in the Nixon family sipping his coffee, quite pleased with how he had handled Amanda and her departure.Outside the courtyard, Samuel Nixon rushed in, looking anxious. Alfred Nixon frowned, displeased with his son's appearance."Samuel! What's this disheveled look? How can you inherit the Nixon family acting like this?" Alfred scolded.Samuel caught his breath and hurriedly said, "Dad, something's wrong. Carl Charles from Charles Group insists on signing the contract only with Amanda. He even threw me out. I don't know what kind of magic potion Amanda used on him!"Alfred Nixon's face darkened. "Do you know how much effort our Nixon family put into securing this project? Now, he refuses to sign the contract? I don't care what means you use, but you must get this contract signed. If the contract falls through, you'll take the blame!"Samuel Nixon's face turned pale. He thought he had stumbled upon a windfall, but it turned out to be a hot potato."W
In front of the Starlando Hotel, a handsome young man in a suit had been waiting for some time, respectfully welcoming the mother and daughter.The Rabbit explained, "This guy is Marvin Carey, a notorious playboy in Marinopolis. He preys on men and bullies women, a typical scumbag."Marvin Carey disguised himself as a gentleman. "Ellie Auntie, is this your daughter?"Amanda's delicate face and well-proportioned figure were enough to attract any man, especially a scoundrel like Marvin Carey.Ellie warmly shook hands with Marvin Carey. "Mr. Marvin Carey, Auntie didn't deceive you, my daughter..."Marvin Carey interrupted, "Actually, I've met Amanda a few times recently. I wonder if she remembers me."Amanda looked at Marvin Carey, finding him somewhat familiar.Seeing Ellie and Amanda, Marvin Carey extended his hand. "Ellie Auntie, Amanda, let's not stand here foolishly. Let's go upstairs and talk."Following behind Marvin Carey, Ellie and Amanda entered a private room on the top floor