Chapter 122: Are You Trying to Kill Me?

The men Felix had been waiting for finally arrived—four burly men who had been standing behind him earlier.

"Do you think you can get away with just saying sorry?" one of them sneered. "At the very least, you owe me a drink for bumping into me."

"In that case, let's have a toast," Hilda replied, unfazed. She possessed a seemingly bottomless capacity for alcohol.

After pouring two glasses of wine, she offered one to the burly man. He deliberately touched her hand, causing her to yelp and drop the glass, spilling wine all over him.

"Damn it! How dare you spill wine on me?" he raged, raising his hand to strike her.

Jared sprang to his feet, pulling Hilda behind him. With a cold glint in his eye, he said, "I apologize on her behalf."

The man glanced at Xavier, who gave him a knowing look. He instantly understood Jared was Xavier's target.

"Who do you think you are, apologizing for her?" the burly man snarled, grabbing Jared by the collar and attempting to drag him from the private room. Their plan was to take him to a secluded location and eliminate him—killing him in public was too risky.

Jared, however, swiftly twisted the man's hand, causing him to cry out in pain and release his grip.

"I hate it when people grab my collar," Jared stated flatly. "Consider that a warning."

The man, glaring at his reddening wrist, was furious. Xavier, though surprised by Jared's audacity, merely thought it would hasten his demise.

"Kid, playing hero? Let's take this outside if you've got the guts," the man challenged.

"No problem," Jared readily agreed.

Seeing Jared about to leave with the men, Hilda rushed to stop him. "Jared…"

"Don't worry," he reassured her with a gentle smile. "I'll be back soon."

Hilda attempted to follow, but Maria quickly restrained her. "Hilda, what are you doing? Those men are dangerous. If Jared dared to go with them, he must be confident he can handle them." While outwardly reassuring Hilda, Maria secretly hoped Jared would be killed.

Xavier watched Jared go, a widening smile on his face. He then turned to the shocked onlookers. "Everyone, please continue."

The room quickly returned to its lively state.

"I hope that idiot Jared gets beaten to death," Zayne hissed, his face still hurting, his hatred for Jared palpable.

The others echoed his sentiment; only Hilda was genuinely worried.

While the party continued, Jared was led to the back of the building, where the four men surrounded him.

He smirked. "I can feel your murderous intent. Are you planning to kill me?"

The man whose hand Jared had twisted replied, "Kid, someone wants you dead, so don't blame us. Blame your unfortunate fate. This will be quick."

The four men produced daggers, their eyes filled with malice.

"Since I'm about to die," Jared said, sweeping his gaze over their weapons, "can you tell me who hired you?"

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