After Marrying My Boss

“I'll make certain that every single person who hurt you pays the price!”

Michael's hands balled into fists with popping sounds, sounding rather bloodcurdling.

When he shifted his gaze back to the men in front of him, the chilliness in his eyes turned increasingly pronounced, and I could even sense that he wanted to kill them.

I had always harbored an inexplicable sense of faith in him. While he was facing so many people, I still couldn't help trusting him after hearing his remark earlier. I believed in his capability and had every confidence that there was nothing he couldn't resolve in this world.

“How impudent of you! You only got me because I was careless earlier! Now, I'm going to teach you a lesson!” snarled the man whom Michael defeated earlier.

He stared into Michael's eyes with resentment written all over his face, the fury within his eyes bursting into life once again.

“Well, that depends on whether you've got the ability to do so. Since you dared to make a move against my woman, you must pay a steep price!”

With a tense face, Michael pinned his dark and ominous gaze on the few men before him while exuding a suffocating aura.

The man probably didn't expect him to have the guts to talk back when he was outnumbered, for he immediately went ballistic and barked at the men behind him, “Why the hell are the lot of you still standing there, twiddling your thumbs? Get him! I want him to be pummeled to within an inch of his life!”

As soon as his words rang out, the men behind him charged forward. They surrounded Michael and started raining punches upon him.

My heart clenched tightly. Can he really fight so many people at once?

A short distance away, Emma was likewise stricken as she hid in the corner when she saw the men hitting Michael. I knew that she had feelings for him and naturally didn't want to see him hurt. But if she were to order them at such a time, his attention would undoubtedly shift to her. And once he realized that it was her doing, he would never let her off the hook.

I initially thought that Michael would be hurt, but there wasn't a hint of panic on his face despite a few men attacking him at the same time. He deftly dodged their attacks and struck them mercilessly. In doing so, he put a lot of strength into it and hit them at the weakest parts of the human body. Soon, the five or six men were all groaning on the ground, seemingly in excruciating agony.

I had never seen him fight and had always thought that he was a mature man who would never do so. That day, however, gave me a new understanding of him. His look when he brawled had a feral allure compared to his usual aloofness.

Even though I had just experienced such a horrific incident of having almost been violated, I was entirely at ease right then. Michael is so powerful that the men here aren't his match at all. We'll definitely be able to leave safely!

There were still two men standing. One of them was the man who was first beaten by Michael. When he saw Michael defeating the few of them without sustaining any injuries, fear crept onto his face.

“I didn't expect you to have such good fighting skills that you could beat a few of us alone. Anyhow, you shouldn't be poking your nose into this when there's no beef between us. If you leave now, I'll just pretend that nothing ever happened. But if you want to continue making trouble here, we're no easy prey either!”

Upon seeing the unfavorable situation, the man wanted Michael to leave. Nonetheless, he couldn't lower himself to say that, thus feigned benevolence.

At that, a sneer tugged at Michael's lips. Then, he proclaimed in an icy voice, “If you don't have Alzheimer's, you should remember me saying that she's my woman! Having made a move against my woman, you should be the ones begging for mercy!”

His low and deep voice radiated arrogance, making it painfully clear that he wasn't at all intimidated by the man before him.

The man initially wanted to use that opportunity to recoup his dignity, but his gaze turned vicious again when Michael gave him no leave. “It seems that you're adamant about making an enemy of us. In that case, don't blame us for showing you no mercy!”

After saying that, he whipped out a knife from his pocket and pointed it at Michael. His gaze was already colored with murder at that moment.

The rest of the men got up from the ground, swaying on their feet. They, too, fished out knives from their pockets. From the look of things, they carried them around all the time.

In the end, six or seven men pointed a knife at Michael. At that sight, I couldn't help sucking in a breath. If they were merely fighting barehanded, Michael would only suffer a blow or two at most, even if he were injured. Now, however, they all have knives in their hands while Michael has no weapon. If he were slashed by a knife, the consequences would be disastrous!

With my heart in my throat, I kept my eyes firmly on the few men circling Michael, watching as the knife swiped past him every single time. Never had I been that afraid in my entire life. Verily, I was scared that something would happen to him.

Though he's extremely skilled, all who surround him now hold knives in their hands. Naturally, it was far more difficult for Michael to deal with them at present. They all rushed at him, but no fear showed on his face. Instead, his gaze turned all the colder.