Guardian-In-Law



Chapter 1253 Who's the Tough Guy Now

Even the crowd thought Kaze was rather patient with Conan.

If they were in Kaze's shoes, they would slap the slave into place a long time ago.

"Why? Why?"

Lost in his world, Conan murmured to himself in a daze.

He could not understand how Kaze became the master of the Queens.

"Don't ask why. All you need to know is that you're the slave to Kaze."

Mathias then nodded at Kaze. "My family has spoiled Conan rotten, Kaze. He doesn't know any better to get on your nerves.

"I rushed here right after I got the call from Ms. Quint.

"On behalf of my brother, I want to apologize to you. I hope you can spare him.*

Mathias was horrified to leam from Darcy that Conan threatened to take Kaze's life.

He was filled with uneasiness and anxiety.

For all he knew, Kaze could turn around and strike the Queens.

That would be the downfall of the Queens.

Only Mathias knew who Kaze really was.

The Queens may be a well-established affluent family, but their wealth and influence could not protect them from stronger military backing.

Fear finally settled in Conan, and he broke out in a cold sweat when Mathias looked unsettled.

Standing there, he looked at Kaze in shivers.

Kaze said indifferently, "I mentioned that I would spare his life, and I will keep my word.

"But he doesn't get to leave scot-free."

Kaze approached Conan, his eyes bearing into his. "You got handsy with my wife and wanted her to spend the night with you.

"You even said she was a slave to your family.

"I slapped you three times as punishment. I think it was fair.

"But you screamed murder and grabbed a bottle to smash on my head.

"You sure are a piece of work compared to your brother, Conan,"

Kaze snatched the bottle out of Conan's hand and whacked it on his head.

"Clang!"

The wine bottle burst open, and alcohol and blood poured down Conan's face.

Conan stumbled back.

Despite his best efforts to grit and bear it, Conan whimpered hoarsely from the immense pain. "Didn't you say you prefer to smash my head with a bottle because it's simple and crude? "How does it feel now?"

Kaze picked up another bottle.

"Bang!"

The second bottle broke apart on Conan's head.

Conan held his head, his face contorting in agony. He could barely keep himself balanced.

"I gave you a chance to take back everything, but you wouldn't listen. You wanted to kill me.

"Do you think you can do as you please with a loser like me?"

A third bottle smashed on Conan's head.

"Argh!"

This time, Conan let out a harrowing cry and plunged to the ground headfirst. He rolled around the ground in pain.

"I guess you're not so much of a tough guy. Three bottles are more than you can take."

Kaze pursed his lips and hurled the shattered bottle away.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Mathias felt bad for his brother.

However, he got a grip on himself, drew a deep breath, and said, "Thank you for sparing his life, Kaze."