The Ashbourne Family Strikes Back

Dario look Steffan with dead eyes and said in cold tone.

"Steffan, no need to explain. Whatever you have to say, tell it to the King of Hell."

His voice was calm, almost frighteningly so.

There was no trace of hesitation left in his eyes. The trust he had placed in Steffan had completely shattered. Every promise, every confident assurance, every word spoken over the past few days now sounded like nothing more than lies.

The entire living room fell silent.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Zyan Ashbourne stood beside his father with clenched fists, the rope marks still visible around his wrists. Felberta Ashbourne’s beautiful face had turned icy cold as she watched Steffan without blinking. White Ghost quietly took half a step back, instinctively sensing that a battle was about to erupt.

Dario Ashbourne roared command his guards and the bodyguards in the house, who had been eyeing them fiercely, pounced to take action.

"Take them down!"

The command exploded through the mansion.

More than a dozen bodyguards surged forward at once.

Heavy footsteps thundered across the polished marble floor.

Some rushed in barehanded while others drew tactical batons. Several men immediately spread out to cut off every possible escape route.

Seeing this group of people ready to fight at a moment’s notice, Steffan couldn’t hold back his anger any longer.

His face twisted with rage.

For the first time since arriving at the Ashbourne residence, the calm mask disappeared completely.

"As the Martial Art King of Africa..."

he thought bitterly,

"...I’ve never suffered this kind of humiliation."

As the Martial Art king of Africa, he had always been the one bullying others.

When had he ever been bullied like this?

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

His aura erupted like a volcano.

A powerful pressure swept across the room, causing nearby furniture to tremble.

"Looking for death."

Steffan roared, countering with a punch that sent one of the Ashbourne family’s Gold Realm enforcers flying back.

Boom!

The collision sounded like two steel hammers crashing together.

The enforcer crossed both arms to defend himself, yet the overwhelming force still blasted him several meters backward.

His feet scraped across the marble floor before crashing into a decorative pillar.

Cracks spread through the stone.

The watching bodyguards inhaled sharply.

"So strong..."

One of them muttered.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon.

"Don’t stop! Surround him!"

With his skills, none of the people present were a match for him.

Every movement was swift and precise.

A single kick knocked one guard rolling across the floor.

A spinning elbow struck another squarely in the chest.

One punch...

One kick...

Each attack carried explosive force.

But White Ghost didn’t have his level of strength.

He was already seriously injured under Lina Ashford and Liza Voss’s hands.

Bandages beneath his clothes had already begun turning red again.

Every movement reopened his wounds.

After being injured, he didn’t even have time to heal and rushed back to report to Steffan.

At this moment, he was being overwhelmed by another Gold Realm enforcer from the Ashbourne family.

The enforcer’s fists came one after another like heavy cannonballs.

White Ghost barely blocked the first strike.

Bang!

The second punch landed against his ribs.

Crack.

He grimaced in pain.

Before he could recover, a sweeping kick smashed into his thigh.

His body staggered.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The Ashbourne family’s main fighting force consisted of two Gold Realm enforcers.

They fought with years of coordinated experience.

Whenever one attacked, the other sealed every escape route.

But the other bodyguards weren’t weak either.

There were eight Silver Realm fighters, and the rest were armed with guns!

Several gunmen never rushed into close combat.

Instead, they patiently searched for openings while hiding behind pillars and furniture.

Their fingers rested on the triggers.

Their eyes never left Steffan and White Ghost.

Because two Old Martial Arts had once tried to kidnap someone from the Ashbourne family and almost succeeded.

After that incident, the Ashbourne family’s obsession with security became insane, putting Steffan and his companion in a rather awkward situation.

Bulletproof shields.

Emergency alarms.

Hidden surveillance.

Professionally trained guards.

Everything had been upgraded.

They thought they were allies, but it turned out they were here to beat them up!

The irony would have been laughable under different circumstances.

For the next two minutes, the luxurious mansion turned into a battlefield.

Glass shattered.

Tables overturned.

Fragments of expensive decorations scattered across the floor.

A bodyguard swung a steel baton.

Steffan caught it with one hand.

Crack!

The metal rod bent under his grip.

He drove his knee into the man’s stomach before throwing him into another charging guard.

Both men crashed to the floor together.

Another Gold Realm enforcer immediately seized the opportunity.

His fist shot forward with explosive force.

Steffan raised his forearm just in time.

Boom!

The impact echoed through the hall.

The shockwave rattled nearby windows.

After two minutes of entanglement, six or seven bodyguards were already down on the ground.

Some groaned while clutching broken ribs.

Others struggled just to breathe.

Steffan wasn’t injured, which somewhat restored his feeling of being invincible in Africa.

A cold smile briefly appeared on his face.

"So this is all you’ve got?"

he sneered.

"Come together."

"I’ll bury every one of you."

One bodyguard spat blood onto the floor.

"Stop talking!"

Another shouted,

"Keep pressuring him! Don’t let him breathe!"

But his subordinate White Ghost was in bad shape.

He was already being beaten by a Gold Realm enforcer.

Every exchange pushed him farther toward defeat.

His breathing became ragged.

His vision blurred.

And there was someone hiding on the side, taking cheap shots.

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly echoed through the mansion.

White Ghost instinctively tilted his head.

The bullet tore past his ear before smashing into the wall behind him.

Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

If he hadn’t reacted quickly enough, he would have almost been shot in the head by a sneaky bodyguard!

"Damn you!"

White Ghost roared.

"You people only know how to fight dirty!"

One of the gunmen answered coldly,

"We only care about winning."

Seeing that he couldn’t hold on any longer, he could only shout, "Steffan, save me."

The desperate cry echoed across the battlefield.

Steffan instinctively turned his head.

That tiny distraction lasted less than a second.

It was enough.

In the moment Steffan was distracted, the Gold Realm enforcer responsible for holding him down punched him in the face.

Bang!

His head snapped sideways.

Blood sprayed from the corner of his mouth.

Before he could recover—

A Silver Realm bodyguard who had been hiding behind a fallen sofa rushed forward like a shadow.

A military knife flashed under the lights.

At the same time, a sneaky Silver Realm bodyguard stabbed a knife towards Steffan’s rear.

Fortunately, Steffan reacted in time and shifted his body.

The knife didn’t stab into a certain eye but instead landed solidly on his backside.

The blade sank several centimeters into the muscle.

Pain exploded through his body.

Steffan’s eyes widened.

His face instantly twisted.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH... Hell!"