A Matrilocal Husband's Counterattack

Chapter 15: No Reinforcements to Call

Go call for backup?

Victor Blacke's face was filled with grief and indignation. Today, he truly felt humiliated beyond measure.

His heart was heavy with frustration and resentment, but he knew that saying anything further would only make him lose face.

Gritting his teeth, Victor endured the pain, pulled out his phone, and barked, "Kid, just you wait."

He was going to call reinforcements and settle the score.

Meanwhile, Lily and her group, shocked at first, now looked at Ethan as if he were a fool.

Instead of seizing the opportunity to retreat or escape, he continued provoking the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce. He had lost his mind.

No matter how strong Ethan was, could he defeat 15 people? What about 50? 500?

Isabella shifted from astonishment to mockery. To her, Ethan was reckless and impulsive, someone destined to remain insignificant for life.

Ethan ignored Victor and his group, standing in place while silently running the techniques of the Taiji Scripture.

Not only did he need to quickly recover his strength and stamina, but he also had to suppress the cruelty and killing intent surging within him.

He felt the fire that he had suppressed earlier in the morning roaring back to life.

If he didn't vent this fire, it would seriously burn him from the inside out.

Could it be the lack of balance in the forces, leaving him unbalanced and altered?

"Vroom—"

As Ethan's thoughts swirled, the Four Seas building erupted into chaos once again. Over 20 strong men charged out, wielding steel pipes.

At the same time, eight vans pulled up to the street.

Victor had summoned all his enforcers from outside.

The van doors opened, and over 70 more Four Seas fighters poured out. Though not burly, their faces were filled with malice, revealing their readiness for violence.

Without a word, they donned gloves and masks, dragging out several large crates from the vans.

The crates were dumped on the ground and opened, revealing titanium batons.

Each person grabbed one, clapping it against their palms with sharp, loud snaps.

They exuded a professional, ruthless aura.

Lily and her group sneered coldly, anticipating Ethan's imminent misfortune.

In their eyes, Ethan had no right to act so audaciously.

Nearby small vendors hastily closed their shops, while the braver ones peeked cautiously at the scene. The more timid simply hid away, fearing they might get caught in the chaos.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, Victor's confidence surged. Pointing at Ethan, he roared,

"Take him down, brothers!"

Over a hundred people moved to surround Ethan.

"Whoosh—"

Ethan wasted no time on words, launching himself like a cannonball straight at Victor.

"Ahh—"

Victor was sent flying, crashing into a group of ten others before landing in a heap, utterly humiliated.

The group of enforcers froze for a moment, then let out a collective roar of anger:

"Attack!"

They charged at Ethan, batons raised.