Chapter 2
Nash’s voice pierced the tension-filled air.
He was leaning casually against the car window, feigning fright as he looked out at the group of black-clad men surrounding them.
Hera whipped around, her voice sharp, “This is none of your business! You’d better get out of here, now…”
The leader of the black-clad men looked up in surprise. He hadn’t sensed Nash’s presence at all. The young man’s stealth was extraordinary, far beyond the skills of an ordinary person.
The leader’s cold eyes narrowed as he issued a chilling command, “Take care of him!”
Hera cast a guilty glance at Nash. These men were here to kill her, and now, it seemed, the poor man would become collateral damage.
One of the black-clad men opened the car door and reached inside, grabbing Nash by the collar.
“Hey!” Nash sighed helplessly.
In an instant, a fierce killing intent erupted from his dark eyes. His youthful, carefree demeanor evaporated, replaced by an icy coldness.
A loud crack sounded as the black-clad man was sent flying, his chest caving in from the impact. Nash moved like a blur, graceful as a butterfly but with the force of a thunderclap.
He darted into the crowd, his movements sharp and fluid. With each flick of his hand, a gust of wind followed, as if the very air was sliced by his presence.
“Attack…! Everyone, attack together!” The leader of the black-clad men’s voice wavered.
But before he could finish, his subordinates dropped like flies. Within ten seconds, twenty highly trained assassins were all incapacitated, sprawled on the ground in defeat.
“This… This can’t be happening,” the leader stammered, wide-eyed in disbelief. He turned to see Nash, still standing by the car, his clothes fluttering in the wind. The bloodlust was gone, replaced by a calm, almost serene aura.
Nash was too powerful for any of them.
The leader’s heart sank, and in a last-ditch effort, he lunged toward Hera, trying to take her hostage.
But Nash vanished before his eyes. The leader suddenly felt a chilling breath behind him.
A subtle presence that could only be described as death itself.
Nash’s voice was calm as he laid a hand on the leader’s shoulder. “Kneel.”
Instantly, the leader felt an unbearable weight descend on him. His knees shattered, slamming into the asphalt with a sickening crunch as he fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
Nash released him, the pressure lifting, and the man collapsed, trembling.
The leader’s mind raced as he tried to use a last-ditch poison capsule hidden in his gums, but Nash was too fast. The poison never had a chance to release.
Nash sighed. “Professionals like you are more trouble than they’re worth.”
Hera, who had been silent through it all, now stared at Nash in stunned disbelief. Her eyes widened, her pulse racing.
Here she was, facing a man who had just taken down twenty of the deadliest assassins in mere seconds. He stood there casually, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, his entire demeanor one of calm assurance.
The sunlight glinted off his disheveled hair, giving him an almost otherworldly air.
Hera blinked, her heart still racing, and after a long pause, she asked, “What… what exactly do you do for a living?”
Nash was momentarily caught off guard, then smiled. “I’m a farmer.”
Her eyebrow twitched, unconvinced. A farmer who could take on twenty men in ten seconds?
Before she could probe further, she rushed to Skadi’s side, cradling her friend in her arms. “Skadi, are you okay?”
Skadi winced but managed a faint smile. “I’m fine… just a little shaken.”
Nash bent down beside them and nodded. “She’s suffering from internal injuries. Her blood and aura are out of balance. I’ll need to treat her.”
“You can heal?” Hera asked, a little skeptical.
Nash nodded. “A martial artist must know basic healing techniques.”
Grateful, Hera bowed slightly. “Please, then.”
Nash tapped three points on Skadi’s body—her navel, the area just below it, and the back of her head.
With a cough, Skadi spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Her color improved instantly, and the pain that had been gnawing at her subsided significantly.
“How do you feel?” Hera asked, still in a state of shock.
“Much better,” Skadi said, her hand over her chest, still amazed. “I was sure I’d end up in the ICU after that. But now… it’s like nothing happened.”
Nash shrugged. “I just stopped the bleeding and adjusted your flow. You’re still injured, though. Rest is needed.”
“Thank you,” Skadi said, her tone much more respectful now.
Nash smiled. “You’re welcome. Let’s get the spare tire fixed and get moving.”
Hera nodded eagerly, and the trio continued to work quickly, preparing to leave. Skadi, however, tugged on Hera’s sleeve, whispering, “Hera, this man is too powerful. Be careful around him.”
Hera smiled but didn’t fully dismiss the warning. Nash’s skills were undeniable, and he had certainly proven himself to be more than capable.
“Yeah, I know. It’s always good to be cautious,” Hera replied.
Later, when they were back on the road, Hera took the wheel while Nash fiddled with his phone. He looked up after a moment, asking, “Do you know how to get to 128 Dilvert Road?”
“I’ll take you there,” Hera said, smiling.
“Huh? Isn’t that too much trouble?”
“Not at all. I’m actually headed there myself.”
Nash blinked. “Really? That’s where I need to go too.”
Hera smiled sweetly. “Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Hera Lewis. I’m the second young lady of the Lewis family.”
Nash blinked, realization dawning on him. “The second young lady? Then you’re my… sister-in-law?”
Hera nodded, a small but somewhat forced smile on her lips. “You could say that.”
Nash chuckled, clearly amused. “Well, looks like I’m becoming part of the Lewis family sooner than I thought. We’re family now—if you need anything, just let me know.”
“Thank you… Brother-in-law.” Hera smiled, though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
She couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Even her cousin’s arranged fiancé was this powerful. When would her grandfather take notice of her?
Later that afternoon, they arrived at the sprawling Lewis estate, where lights and decorations adorned the entrance. As soon as Hera entered the hall, she spotted her father.
“Dad, didn’t Grandpa call us all here because of his critical condition?” she asked, trying to remain calm. “What’s going on?”
Harrison Lewis, clearly concerned, sighed as he replied, “I don’t know. He’s expecting an important guest today, and he wants to finalize his will.”
Just then, Herman Lewis appeared, leaning on his cane, surrounded by a group of people.