Chapter 7 How Powerful Jaziel Truly Was At Cloudview Club, Damian was engrossed in drinking his coffee. A group of young men and women were kneeling there, trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe. Vivian was disheveled, her face clearly marked with a few distinct handprints. Darn it, you even had the nerve to call for help. I swear, youre begging for trouble. A burly man roughly grabbed Vivians hair, slamming her head against the wall twice. Not a single person nearby dared to utter a word. Thats enough. At that moment, Damian spoke up. It wouldnt be good to harm such a beautiful girl. I am a reasonable man. Youve hurt my younger brother, so there must be consequences. You like making phone calls, dont you? Go ahead and make the call. Each man should bring a ransom of a million. As for the ladies, stay and keep me company for the night. Ill pay a million for one night. Youre making a fortune here. Upon hearing these words, the women shuddered even more. Vivian had already been scared to tears. Who was going to come to her rescue? Twenty minutes later, the door to the private room swung open. The parents of several boys gradually made their way in. A tall middle-aged man, one among them, had barely stepped through the door when he let out a hearty laugh. Damian, the younger ones are ignorant and have offended you. As soon as I heard about this, I rushed over to apologize to you. It was Calebs father, Fabio. As a private entrepreneur in the city, he had encountered Damian a few times. With a smile that didnt quite reach his eyes, Damian said, Oh, look whos here. Zillen, did you bring the one million? The expression on Fabios face froze. Damian, the kids dont understand. Let me apologize on their behalf and forget about the one million. Are you kidding me? I want a million and I mean it! Who the hell do you think you are? Anything less, and your son will be missing a part. Fabio was intimidated by Damians fierce demeanor. He offered an apologetic smile. Damian, isnt a million a bit too much? Could you possibly be a bit more lenient? As he was speaking, the door to the private room was suddenly flung open. Everyone stopped talking and turned to look, curious to see whose parents had arrived. To their surprise, the one who walked in was a young man dressed in sportswear. It was none other than Jaziel. The moment Vivian caught sight of Jaziel, her eyes instantly lit up with joy. However, worry quickly followed. Though Jaziel had some combat arts skills, there was no way he could afford to mess with Damian. When Jaziel walked in, his gaze immediately fell upon Vivian. Seeing that her hair was disheveled, he instantly narrowed his eyes. Vivian, are you all right? Vivian nodded. Although her head was throbbing with pain, she dared not utter a word about it. Leave this to me, Jaziel said. Vivian was still somewhat bewildered when Jaziel seized her arm and pulled her out the door. Damian and his companions were left dumbfounded as they watched Jaziel leave. They wondered who this person who had just casually walked away with Vivian was. Before Damian could even react, Jaziel, who had just left, returned. His gaze swept across the crowd, landing on Sophie who was crouched over there. Remembering that she was his cousins friend, he said, You should go too. Sophie quickly stood up. She had barely taken two steps when she was abruptly blocked by a burly man who had reacted quickly. Jaziels expression darkened, and he swiftly kicked the burly man in the abdomen. The burly man, who stood at a height of one hundred and eighty centimeters, was kicked by Jaziel so forcefully that he crashed into the wall. Go, Jaziel said. Thank you, Sophie murmured, then proceeded to head outside. At that moment, Damian had fully recovered his senses and was looking at Jaziel. Hey, buddy, which line of work are you in? He had noticed how adeptly Jaziel had acted earlier. Few under his command could match his skill. Having navigated society for many years, Damian had naturally developed a discerning eye. It doesnt matter which line of work Im in. What matters is that you hit my cousin. Damian smirked. So what if I hit her? I still plan on sleeping with her. He ordered his subordinates, Go those two girls. Dont let them get away. After he finished speaking, a burly man headed straight for the door. The moment the door was opened, he immediately raised his hands and retreated backward. A gun was pressed against the burly mans forehead. In an instant, the entire private room fell silent. Everyone looked on, bewildered, at the sudden appearance of Sean. The pitch-black gun was flashing with an icy glimmer. Everyone was taken aback. Who is he? Hes carrying a gun. Is he with Jaziel? There was a hint of apprehension visible in Damians eyes. Not just anyone could handle having a gun in hand. He was somewhat uncertain about Jaziels background. You hit my cousin. Dont you think its time we settled this score? With a grin on his face, Jaziel approached Damian, sizing him up and down. Just as Damian was about to speak, a crisp slap landed on his face. The slap sent Damian staggering back. One of Damians subordinates, standing nearby, suddenly became frantic and was ready to grab a stool to start a fight. D*mn it, how dare you hit Damian Bang! Accompanied by a dull sound, the burly man now had a bloody hole in his forehead. The stool in his hand clattered onto the floor as his body rigidly fell backward. Ah! A sudden shriek of terror echoed throughout the room. Everyone was terrified. Shut up! Jaziel roared. The racket these guys were making was truly annoying. Suddenly, the shrieking came to an abrupt halt. Everyone was so frightened that they covered their mouths. The terror in their eyes, however, only seemed to grow more intense. At that moment, Sean strode right in, pressing the barrel of his gun against Damians head. The barrel of the gun that had just been fired was still somewhat scorching. Damian, a seasoned veteran, was on the verge of collapse. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. It was terrifying. If the other partys hand were to shake, his head would explode. Swallowing hard, Damian said with a trembling voice, Um… lets talk this out properly. Break one of his legs. Teach him a lasting lesson, Jaziel said coldly. Sean lowered the barrel of his gun. With a deafening bang, a spray of blood erupted from his thigh. Damian immediately collapsed onto the ground. Jaziel didnt spare Damian a second glance; instead, his attention was directed toward Fabio. Keep an eye on your son. If he dares to show up in front of my cousin again, Ill castrate him. Fabio was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly, not daring to provoke him. All right, everyone get out. Everyone in the room, already scared out of their wits, rushed toward the outside. After everyone left, Jaziel casually strolled out of the private room, hands nonchalantly tucked in his pockets. Outside the private room, Damians subordinates were all huddled together, squatting in a line. A few men, clad in black, were pointing their guns at them. They were all Seans men. What do we do with these men? Sean asked. Break one of their legs as punishment. After speaking, Jaziel strode toward the outside. From within the club, a series of intermittent screams echoed out. Upon fleeing the club, Caleb and his companions were so frightened by the sound that their legs began to tremble. Just moments ago, when they stepped out of the private room and witnessed that scene, they finally understood how powerful Jaziel truly was. Not long after leaving the club, Jaziel received a phone call from Vivian. Jaziel, are you okay? Im home now. Dont worry. The issue has been resolved. Jaziel hung up the phone and returned to Lakefield Estates. The following morning, Jaziel had Sean send him to Susannahs house. He bought some calming supplements for Vivian, who must have been terrified yesterday. As soon as he entered, he saw Timothy looking at him with a face full of anger. Jaziel, how exactly have you been looking after Vivian? If Calebs father hadnt arrived just in time yesterday, the consequence could have been disastrous.