Chapter 32

“Grandmaster… The alcohol’s too strong…” Brian hiccuped and burped, rushing to a trash bin to vomit.

A white BMW screeched to a halt at the estate entrance. Helena emerged, her face contorted in disgust at the sight of Nash. She quickly dismissed the idea of confronting him directly on the Watson estate. Earlier, Hera's slap had fueled her desire for revenge, but her grandfather's presence had hindered her. Her mother, however, had devised a more effective plan.

“What luck, bumping into you everywhere!” Helena sneered.

The restaurant owner's potent liquor had clearly taken its toll. Despite consuming only about half a liter, Brian was vomiting uncontrollably, and Nash felt his stomach churning.

“Sorry, you made me nauseous!” Nash retorted, patting his chest and mirroring her disgusted expression. He then vomited into the trash bin, his genuine disgust palpable.

Helena, trembling with rage, approached the gate. “Kai, did you see that…?”

Kai’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, his bloodshot eyes fixated on Nash with murderous intent. In the passenger seat, a blonde, clad in tight clothing, idly trimmed his nails with a switchblade. Sensing his boss's fury, he pushed back his hair and smirked. “Should I handle him?”

Kai sneered. “He touched my men, and before I could retaliate, he seeks me out!” He slammed the accelerator.

The red sports car surged forward, aiming directly for Nash. He couldn't kill Nash at his own doorstep with his father present, but a car accident was a different matter. Nash possessed significant inner energy; a collision wouldn't kill him, but it could severely disable him.

In an instant, the car covered over fifty meters. Kai, eyes blazing with madness, pushed the accelerator almost to the limit.

Nash, sensing the imminent danger, narrowed his eyes and delivered a powerful kick. An imperceptible ripple emanated from his leg. The onlookers, their multi-colored hair a testament to their expertise, revealed expressions of disdain. Withstanding a high-speed car impact was suicide. Even a grandmaster would be severely injured, if not killed.

Helena, clenching her fists, yelled, “Hit him! Hit him!” While she hesitated to act recklessly due to Nash's martial arts skills, her boyfriend's boldness, and the Watson family's ability to cover up any accident, emboldened her.

A deafening explosion rocked the estate. The sports car somersaulted, Kai crashing to the ground, bleeding profusely. The car was a mangled wreck, its engine parts scattered across the ground. The multi-million dollar supercar lay in ruins.

“Kai…”